She flows smooth calm
Little droplets in your palm
One day a rushing current
Another day, a shushing parent
She pours down from the cloud
Ever slient, never loud
From torrents to a gentle stream
She always seem to gleam
Hush, hush, don't be afraid
For she is water, not your maid
Created by Zeus
She would never need a noose
Though her supply would soon run dry
That's it, her end would be nye
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Poems And Quotes
PuisiThis is a collection of poems and quotes from a time in a teenager's life when she thought she had nothing. In reality, the world had given her everything she had ever wanted; a family, a lover, a friend. She's no longer there, not anymore, but she...
