Sunday, 1 June 2014

The Waterfall

Bubbling, splashing,
Sparkling, dashing,
Crashing on the rocks below
Gliding, foaming,
Ever roaming,
Always it will flow.

Shining, spraying,
Climbing, playing
On its endless way to go
Ever rushing,
Never hushing
Till all waters cease to flow.

Written in 1963

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

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