Shout

The louder we shout the less we are heard

the less we know and understand

the louder the silence the more we hear 

the more we connect and comprehend.

And like all others we falter and morph

changing, being shaped like the Amazon 

twists and turns tranform and surprise 

everyone around us.

Like the roaring of the mighty river and crashing of the majestic waterfall

life comes with clues and opportunities 

triumphs and faillures

that shape and shift the many granules of our beings 

making us better and stronger.

And so Destinty's whim is our move

thus molding us with her iron fist. 

 

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