The meeting of waters

The fierce & bold imposing river

comes tumbling down a cliff

with huge splashes of white foam

From the other side comes

the shy & shallow stream

babbling around a corner…

That’s when it happens

in a clash of fuming fluids the waters meet

The white jagged teeth of the force

seem to swallow the little brook in one go

But when I turn and look downstream

they have bonded into one

wide & quiet river with some tiny sparkles of white

here & there

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