She can only watch the world around her keep moving on, and she can't, move on with it! Translated…
The Grass on the Embankment Can Go Wherever
They Want to Go
The River is Flowing
Along
The Sunrise, Fluid, so is the, Sunset
The Grass on the Embankment Stood, at Sunrise
Also, at Sunset Too
She Stands
Where She Wants to, Stand
how she lives, from the outside looking in...photo from online
As the Drought Comes
The Wind Also Fluid, the Shadows
The Shadows Embraced the Mushy Mud Deeply
It Was a Small, Love Song
The Dead Bodies of the Fish Would Pass Her by Every Now & Then
The Splits, Passed Her Too
The Egrets, Occasionally, Flew by Her
So, the river flows, the grasses on the side can only, watch the goings on of things around it, and be that, constant, observer of the world going on around her, never, participating, because she's not, supposed, to, she's only supposed to be a bystander, not a, participant!
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