Do not try to bend me
To your will,
I only bow to
Lashe back,
I'm a bamboo palm, sad, still
While dancing
Empty and still from
The inside, chancing on
Moments of wake and echoing
Laughter of the soul,
Prone to breaking half way as
I sway to the rhythm of folk
Blues.
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