The Water Settles For Me

Shapeless and beautiful.
Quenching thirsts.
Drowning souls that chose to trespass.
Forever useful.
Emergency’s first.
Your floods and and disasters, only God can reverse.
Your flow is like magic.
But death in you tragic.
May you bless our land;
Let our crops be on high demand.
But there’s fire burning in my brain.
I won’t lie here, I’ll work in the rain.

Younglan

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