The pure,
The cleansing,
Yet affected by gravity,
Flowing like a living wind.
Through the rocks,
And with powerful force,
Breaking every obstacle,
That dares to come through.
When the moon shows her face,
Enlightening the whole surface,
Appears in the dreary night,
Full of light, blindingly bright.
Yet when the sun appears,
The beauty persists,
Like the stars falling down from the sky,
Still full of light, and blindingly bright.
The blue water of the mountain,
The source of every happiness fountain,
The lifestream of the world,
Peaceful, calming, yet strong.
Who is the person I described in this poem? :D
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