She always wins her way like this
whenever she is confronted by logic
she encounters it with a tantrum
a huge uproar of incoherent words.
Shallow as a creek but furious
and boiling like a stream falling
from a mountain top, churning, fuming
full of more foam than water.
Her roar can be heard from far
whereas the true rivers flow
with a body full of water but
their sound can be heard rare.
Just like an empty vessel which
makes a deafening sound when hit
whereas a full vessel sounds soft
emptier the vessel greater is the sound.
Written on 5.05.09
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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