Pippalou, Morgue Files
The water crashes over my heads
beating a constant rhythm
I let myself relax
All stress washing away with the ongoing water
I wish to be like this cleansing liquid
Water
Ever-moving with the grace of a dancer
Capable of music, dance and drama
Water is an art
It creates scene,
Weaving in and out
Creating stories before
Our very eyes
If only we could
Open our eyes
And see
Water
For what it truly is
Art
Elegance
A living being |
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