Metamorphosis
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Wooden man
Current pulling him away
The current ended flowing to a hot sandy valley
The wooden man lying down there for years
Severe heat of summer
Severe cold of winter
His skin chapped fumed
The sky becomes smoky...
A crevice on the earth-surface seen
The wooden man disappeared into the netherworld...
Forever?
Nay!
After years may be millions.. billions...
Probably he would be metamorphosed into coal like me...
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