It reminds me of the dam,
Where the Happy galloping waters clash;
In an ignorant effort to follow the impulse,
Surging within the heat of raining spring.
Year through numb
Rivulets, channels, streets, canals;and bloods
Catch at heating draw:
The roots of passion tree quench in this flow.
ATISH.
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ivulets, channels, streets, canals; and bloods catch at heating draw: then the roots of passion. very expressive.. fine poem. thank you. dear poet. tony