The still blue that ripples with the slightest touch
The stream that travels like a train set for its course
Humid moist air that floats around the teal body
How one would long to drench away their thirst
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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