water

the noice is deafening
it is loud and chaotic
the water rushes wild
not even the stones can stand it

but one stands besides
looks upon the violent stream
laughes out loud
`cause he knows
his roar is louder
his actions fiercer

the white tips upon the waves
clear as first winter snow
delicate in paterns
and uncontrolable

but he still stands besides
looks at the waves pounding the shore
moves as his laughter becomes the roar
and the earth beneth him shakes
nothing can be worse than him
because of his gentle nature

the water still errodes the beddings
and the waves still crash down
the noise still so loud
but in essence
water is soft like the fur
his fur which is getting wet
10 aug 2004 - bewerkt op 08 okt 2004 - meld ongepast verhaal
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