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BODIES OF WATER FLOWING



River rolls.
Ocean laps the shore,
Getting sand on its watery tongue,
Sand which dissolves
In the movement of
Musical Nature.

Seas seethe
In the storms of life
And in their strife
Create a rhythm of chaos.

Movement mounts
At the foot of the mountain
As the water comes crashing
Against its side
By way of a moon-mastered tide.

But grass is green
Around the serene
Lakes controlled
Like islands in the land.
And if they flood,
It's from water from above
Dancing staccato
On their tympanic surface membranes
Rippling in the rain.

We humans
Made of water--sixty-five percent--
Then are certainly meant
To move with the tide of life
And even dance in strife.



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