I lie, frozen glacial
Impassive, dreary and still
I lie choked and stifled
Stationary against my will
I seem a mere ghost
To the wandering casual eye
Unable to discern the tiny trickle
That despite all, refuses to rigidify
The sun sends its compliments
But it'll take more than a few rays
To strike a chord
With my crystal carapace
Someday the water will gush forth
Unfettered, free at last
To surge, to breathe life
Into the sands I flow past.
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