It is the way the waters flow,
Its what seem to really matter,
Down they tumble, swiping, scraping,
Pebbles, boulders, sticks and leaves,
Down, down they go clearing the way,
With a rush like a fall, the process is quite a sight.
The feeling brought forth such a relief,
Like having a heavy load lifted off your head,
The power of tears.
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