GENTLE WATERS

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Stormy night, angry waters.
The ocean waves pounding against shore rocks in a beautiful rhythm.
Foaming waters, a raging tempest.
Wind and water, battle over nature's gift.
Superiority.
The rocks get broken in every beautiful ryhthm.
On a cold freezing night in which the strong ice tries to hold on, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.
Powerful.
Force and swiftness, beautiful destruction.
Roaring waters, echoing in lost caves upon the sea.
Icy cold, like a thousand pinpricks on my flesh.
Dark waters, rushing forward, around, within.
Drowning my soul but giving me a reason to breath.
But got me covered with waves that fills my mindset with a flowing sensation.
But it's too deep, like quicksand which shallows.
But the force is beautiful and the outcome looks ugly, but the reflection I see through looking at the water is dark but showed a different part of my dark reflection.
Cold life force, challenging perseverance.
True reflections of all it has ever known.
Tumbling with the waves, riding on the wind.
Mastering the rhythm.
Torn apart by this treacherous waters.
Alone to it's cruelness.
Ice and water. Same minds in different forms.
A pleasant torment of nature.
The night is almost over, orange halo on the horizon.
Battle of wits of mother's own essence.
Mother nature cries out, but it just hypocritical because the world can feel her presence.

                              

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