And yet the surface belies not a torrential emotional fall
Lit by a rainbow in the millions of drops of water,
Cascading over a precipice into an abyss, over
Which run mighty bulls, stampeding through the terrain
Of your mind into others, only to return and charge again.
You are soft, meek and gentle, serene like a mountain tall;
And yet the surface belies not a torrential emotional fall.
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