If I were a rock, I wouldn’t
Keep your passing shadow’s trace;
If I were an endless river,
I would carry not for days
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On my ever-changing body
Burns from tears nor scars from curses:
Your cold words would disappear
Like in a swift current — stones;
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If I were a desert wind,
I’d but brush past you on my way
To the ball that starts are throwing
In the middle of nowhere;
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If I were the blue of heavens,
Our lifelines would never cross:
Mine — the immovable horizon,
And yours — the curve of the spinning Earth;
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But I’m not a rock nor river,
I can’t be like skies or winds,
Which was why I must have let you
Come to mean so much to me;
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Yet, I stand while time flows through me,
Rushed forth by the gale and breeze,
The night devours the darkest shadows,
And so from yours I’ll soon be free