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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

 

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