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The glinting flames of water surge
And break the banks, waves surge
From outside and from inside and
Swirl and clash and merge.
The molecules that life depends upon
Blur, the reverberating feelings
Blast waves pulsing through the banks,
The banks crumble, and then healings,
Halos, surround the sand, cisterns,
Driving rain, the desert town
Is rebuilt, a new town with an
Old glow, a silver crown.
Yaacov David Shulman