Like an explosion of emotions, she spurt
Thundering and roaring, falling deep down
Fierce and wild but austerely beautiful
Screaming her grievances
Mists rising up to the sky
She was talking to the heavens
Covering herself with a white veil
A moment earlier, she was quiet
Flowing subtly like a stream
Around an islet of green and tweeting birds
Enthroned in sublimity and awe
She hit small rocks and formed rapids
Suddenly sped up in rage
I failed to comprehend her mind
As the mists rose, rainbows appeared
The sun was golden, clouds scattered
Her voice was heard, she was blessed
She descended, with resplendence mesmerizing
Serene and quiet, her rage had died
She was like an angel flowing by
Left me wondering and asking why…
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