Gentle river washing over her
Water soothes her soul
And when the myriads of color paint her
A different color of this watery world
The naiades of the river
The potameides so fair
With tender skin transparent
Her pale shimmering hair
And eyes so liquid wide
How could you refuse her dare?
Like gentle watery silvery bells
Her laughter calls to you
A flash of purest naked flesh
Draw you to the stream
And still you cannot quite see her
You wonder if shes really there?
Then you see her sitting
In the shade of the willow tree
Shadow and light playing across her face
A playful smile on her
And when you step into her gaze
You cannot help but fall in love
This creature so pure and beautiful
Must have fallen from above
And you must have her so you think
But when you step into there
Suddenly shes gone from where you are
Nothing but a muddy stream
The willows leaves trailing
And all you feel is the heart wrenching loss
Of one so perfectly extraordinary.

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And assorted brushes.