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Poem about fluids
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In a world where whispers flow,
A dance of currents, soft and slow,
From rivers wide to raindrops small,
The language of fluids speaks to all.
Murky depths of the ocean blue,
Bubbles rise, the sun breaks through,
Each wave a sigh, a gentle pulse,
A liquid heart, in motion it lulls.
In streams that carve their ancient way,
Through valleys green and hills at play,
They rush with stories, old yet new,
Of mountains towering, skies so true.
The silver sheen on city streets,
As storms embrace, the heart still beats,
Reflecting dreams in puddles formed,
In every drop, creation warmed.
Viscous flows in glassy jars,
Honeyed words like cosmic stars,
The flow of time, the ebb of fate,
In every fluid, life radiates.
A dance of molecules, wild and free,
In every breath, a symphony,
From blood that coursing, life ignites,
To clouds that drift in endless heights.
So let us celebrate this grace,
The nature of fluids, their timeless trace,
For in their movements, we find our own,
In every stream, we are not alone.
A dance of currents, soft and slow,
From rivers wide to raindrops small,
The language of fluids speaks to all.
Murky depths of the ocean blue,
Bubbles rise, the sun breaks through,
Each wave a sigh, a gentle pulse,
A liquid heart, in motion it lulls.
In streams that carve their ancient way,
Through valleys green and hills at play,
They rush with stories, old yet new,
Of mountains towering, skies so true.
The silver sheen on city streets,
As storms embrace, the heart still beats,
Reflecting dreams in puddles formed,
In every drop, creation warmed.
Viscous flows in glassy jars,
Honeyed words like cosmic stars,
The flow of time, the ebb of fate,
In every fluid, life radiates.
A dance of molecules, wild and free,
In every breath, a symphony,
From blood that coursing, life ignites,
To clouds that drift in endless heights.
So let us celebrate this grace,
The nature of fluids, their timeless trace,
For in their movements, we find our own,
In every stream, we are not alone.