Froth turns the water white
Turning, churning in unrest.
The dam's been shattered
Water did what id does best.
Out it gushed.
Out the thousands of cracks
Like an all-consuming swarm
Devouring the town in its path
Forever unwilling to conform
To the walls.
And into the mouths of a thousand
Far, far more than we need
Voices muffle, eyes bulge out
A town drops dead, a monster freed
Destruction complete.
It retreats.
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Very impressive write, Shaivi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.