Take into your liquid embrace
The soul of purest fire
Temper in your swift currents
The flame of pure desire
Wash away the sins of hate
In your churning foam
Cradle the fractured heart
Amongst your smooth white stones
Soothe the burns of the past
With rapid rushing waves
Take the elixir of life
And scour away the pain
Erode the banks of anger
With your winding course
And sing to the floundering ones
Who wait upon your shores
©Aarron Mondello
26/9/2018
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