Waters of Love

water cool, fresh
a waterfall
a clear blue pool

then it is steam
white vapor hot
burning everthing

as clouds massing
in the west
thunder clapping across my chest

then rain cold
in my face
which are tears

as brook, steam
rivers or ocean
which water or notion

Is not love
made of such

poem by Midnights Voice
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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