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It started as a raindrop
Falling from a cloud
It hit the dusty mountainside
And began to swirl and glide
Getting bigger every minute
Now a stream appears
Gathering speed it twists and turns
Now in sight the beauty
Slowly being torn away
Pollution swirling through the stream
From pulchritudinous to grotesque
Descry only the abominable redolence
The beauty forgotten and dissipated
- Mussa Shams