MIZZ MIDNIGHT FIRE
Spring Water - Poem by MIZZ MIDNIGHT FIRE
Babbling brook, cleanse me,
Crisp essence of current.
Flowing where the sky whistles,
Cascading about the mountains.
Born among the clouds,
Thrust upon the ground.
Leaving a stream of life,
Evaporated by Earth's blanket.
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