The cliff-side hangings
Are held apart by slim pillars
Rocky towers that have formed long ago
Keep the river flowing through
A lapse that could not be understood
If it were to be put to words
But the feeling is liken to
Stone-made colossal fingers
Prying apart the edges of the soul
Demanding from the void
That it let the river run through it
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