Easily flowing.
Agony at the surface,
A hole in the lively ground.
A column of blood is lifted,
And so is the tension within;
For, the heart has remained under stress;
Deep thoughts trouble its skin.
Within the bright pillar,
Are problems from the soul.
With the blade of a knife and the cut with its edge,
The soul is liberated from its sorrow.
Another day goes by,
Another column raises;
The process continues onward,
Until the hole is mended.
Agony at the surface,
A hole in the lively ground.
A column of blood is lifted,
And so is the tension within;
For, the heart has remained under stress;
Deep thoughts trouble its skin.
Within the bright pillar,
Are problems from the soul.
With the blade of a knife and the cut with its edge,
The soul is liberated from its sorrow.
Another day goes by,
Another column raises;
The process continues onward,
Until the hole is mended.
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