River of calm
You do not flow smoothly
A sweet venom
Is not your kind
But us
We are the roaring tides
The rushing river
The piercing needles
We are the power
Of the people's eyes
We are the gifted
To speak our hearts
A river not smooth
Is a beautiful one at that
But which would you notice
That or the tides~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]