Seeping through creeks
Slithering through vents
Scoffed on by the sly
Passers-by
Unnoticed by the other
As it flows down the gutter
Carrying with it, the scum of the city
Brown, smelly, anything but pretty.
The passerby
Takes a similar path
Reaching the bank of a maiden sweet
Which moves with
A mysterious wrath
It has lush, lusty waters
Hearts it slaughters
The passer-by, his eyes transfixed
Enchanted, as he stands amidst
The many who gaze on
The some who let words define
Some, who capture still,

Its timeless,
Limitless
Beauty

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