When water weaves itself like sultry waves,
Nature, the seamstress, leaves no boundaries,
Like a perfect satin fabric slipping over a shapely hip,
It flows into oblivion of the sleeping sea,
With a hem, the eye cannot fathom.
Limitless water flows from under our feet,
Changes form here, becomes tangible there,
Ever indecisive , gives itself over to you.
Moonlight dances on ripples and twists on currents,
Paints the perfect picture of solitude.
Like a maiden sitting on a rock, with a satin gown,
And flowing hair like night,
Coalesces with nature and brings you home,
Open your heart, open your eyes,
let it course through you,
leave in its wake, a pure heart, a pure mind.
Really nice!!
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