The water
is flowing
with rage,
it splashes
and bubbles,
hurtles and
troubles,
anyone
who is
near.
The water
is flowing
downstream,
pulling
pebbles,
pinecones,
and people.
It's roaring
in the ears
of the raftors,
who are hollering
to be heard
over
the white
foaming
water.

Mia Ocean

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