Storm Rage

in the mist of proposal rivers of recovered water. the master of them all existing Aquarians appeared, all went mixed. the muscles of this bolded river dilated, fear raged on the small hearted creatures, trafficking of disposals added heterogeneously, power of the enemies increased with regards to their smiles, dreams seemed to ride off the coats, waters flowed with no limited acceleration, wonders became the topic of the mind, nerves expanded and pain slides went on, voices boxes failed to hold that heavy load and all went out. all eyes where on the victim but none desired to assist. it was all in these river with breath of the daily life, a small river created together with its twin sister. why would they recognize it because it is bushed with loneliness, all it has its a dark shadow seen by no one, even its body turned to be visible to the blinded. how easy can it be for the good sighted to spot for they are too busy in the counters of their own self-makeup oh thou river hold on its a fact that every start has a stop point