waterfall

my water falls

in cascades of freedom

rushing with a sigh

o’er these canyon walls

 

falling

     falling

            freely falling

 

i softly separate

as i tumble

into countless droplets

until i am

mere mist

miniscule prisms of light

through which i see

the colors

of many rainbows

as i gaze into my soul

 

and then

i come together

once again

to become one

deep, clear pool

of me

waterfall

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