Poem -
Beast less Beauty
Cool to the touch.
Rigid, and rough.
Stacked up on each other.
As the cool water rushes and flows
On its way to the ocean it goes,
I stop to look at the shiny silver streams
Suddenly desiring to have my own dreams
Admiring the beast less beauty
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