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Mar 2020
The water ran wild and rough
with no control over itself
Supporting no life, providing nothing
driven crazy in its freedom

It was in the early days
when the earth just formed
Too fast and tough to be controlled
till it was repaired

For life took some of it
and drank to fulfill their thirst
Their soul flowed in to soothe its rage
and it was finally tamed
Written by
Meghana
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