The distorted rush of water.

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The silent calm of stilled waters,
the deep rush of stirring thoughts.
The silent lull of a perfect reflection,
the excitement of distortion.
The whispered surface of swans ever love,
the stormy waters of passion.
The silent solitude of nothingness,
and the drummed out rush of the world.

Karen Hayward ©2016(words and image)

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