Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Waterfall

As the water cascades down, and falls to the river below, it can be silent, then stop, or it can be loud and echo. The water droplets from above, reflect the sunlight, as gentle as the flapping wings of a dove, in it's first ever flight. The water starts from the top, it goes on in ever rushing blades of ice, it never will stop, but what is this beauty's price? It costs not a dime, it's simply just and free, unaware of how else to pass the time, it streams down mercilessly. A neverending path preordained, to rush there evermore, and when one night it constantly rained, trying to make the waterfall cease to flow, the rain is in vain to stop it's roar.

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