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Gush in a hurry

Rushed, it speeds downhill,
Drowning anything in its way,
Wayward and upward,
Onward and downward, 
Warding off evil as it shines.

Gushing, blushing, nervous 
It lets out a roar of anxiety
Anxious of its intentions,
Intently the onlookers,
Look on at its velocity.

Fluid, it's beautiful motion
Moves its watchers,
Watching the spectacle,
Spectacularly performing

Gushed in a rush,
Rushing downhill,
Wayward and upward,
Onward and downward,
It rushes forever

-Poem Fanatic
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  1. Lisa MandinaJune 23, 2017 at 4:50 AM

    I love all the descriptive words in this one. Another great poem!

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  2. UnknownJune 26, 2017 at 1:18 AM

    Lovely poem! The stanza that begins with "Fluid..." is my favourite. :)

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