The Flow.
We create what's been foretold. In a certain direction We go with the flow. Doing nothing,allows us 2 grow grow Grow. A patient fisherman Catches his prey. Stillness presents itself In an observant way. Living without Will rarely hurt you As many say. Instead Make way for Another opening doorway. ©Wired6.14/5/2022
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