do not shed
tears
wasting melancholy
of your
heart
to a lost
soul
me the
caster of nets
of shallow and
deep waters
of
wasting melancholy
of your
heart
to a lost
soul
me the
caster of nets
of shallow and
deep waters
of
rivers,
ponds,
sea
and the ocean
and the mediocrity
of throwing the net
on wasteland
and the idiocy
of
harvesting the
the things of the
water
on beaches
and on pebbled
marshland
ponds,
sea
and the ocean
and the mediocrity
of throwing the net
on wasteland
and the idiocy
of
harvesting the
the things of the
water
on beaches
and on pebbled
marshland
I never landed
any fish
cos
i am not the
man of the
trade
a fisherman
do not shed tears
wasting melancholy
or your
heart
to a lost
soul
i only ran
all throughout
my miserable
life
after mirages of
false abundance
to draw water
and to
quench my
thirst
do not shed tears
wasting melancholy
of your
heart
to a lost
soul
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