Where you’ll go
and what you’ll be.
I do not know;
I cannot see.
But I feel
within my heart
that no end comes
without a start.
All that flows in
must flow out,
continues flowing
in its route.
You flowed by
just like a stream–
a summer rain,
a quiet dream.
The time has past
and you’ve flowed free.
Whither you go,
I know… you’ll be.
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