Like birds flying high in the sky
We are like fish
In an open channel
Swimming freely inside
Low pressure how our love flows
Despite all the gates and barriers
We swim on by
And keep our hearts close
I was sleepy in Drainage Engineering class, and the lecturer was talking about open channels and sluice gates and scouring gates and bla bla bla… One was losing her mind, but she didn’t want to get scolded for falling asleep in the front row of the class. Therefore, I wrote this poem.
Love, Alda.
ald.pdf 
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