Waters of Love
water cool, fresh
a waterfall
a clear blue pool
then it is steam
white vapor hot
burning everthing
as clouds massing
in the west
thunder clapping across my chest
then rain cold
in my face
which are tears
as brook, steam
rivers or ocean
which water or notion
Is not love
made of such
poem by Midnights Voice
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