It swirls, softly dancing
Spreading its fingers
Through the pure water.
It twirls, gently preening,
Clouding the clarity
Of sweet perfection.
It sways, coldly mocking,
Smirking at the fool,
The greatest to live.
The sickly tainted water
Losing its sweet flavour,
Leaving behind bitterness,
Anger, resentment, torture;
Oh damnable Hindsight,
Why were you silent then?
And now, all is tainted.
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