Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Waterfall you call
To me, Your falling
Music so free
Waterfall you caught
Me low, And carried
Me on stepping stones.
Waterfall I never
Find a landscape to be
Owned as mine
Waterfal you carry
Me to the shallows.
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