There it goes, the flow*
There are some clouds in the skies
Darker than most ready to cry
But its anger comes a little more
Thunder is made and lighting out the door
A little drop then nothing keeping
Here it comes, all is weeping
For now it is emptying in it for what remains
To flush it all down into mountain veins
Streams pouring with rage and into a flow
The deeper this becomes in watching it grow
No longer to be bound, no longer enthralled
Letting loose of itself, watching the water fall
Dom*Colucci 2013
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