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The power of a few sparkling droplets

To bring spasms of reckless delight

And the still, severe tranquility

In a wild current's violent surge

The sky brings forth these

Impermanent crystalline jewels

Which fuse into a smooth, swift path

Leading on into eternity

But the water she holds

Cupped in her hands

Is still, dark, impenetrable.

Clear and clean,

It reflects the reflection in her eyes.