Waterfall
How crisp you sound running down the rocks as the trees meet the sky the wonders of where you flow from ignite my soul.. watching and hearing your whispers as you roll over the edge crashing down below like a spirit of madness Rushing down over powering anything in your way. A soul of two parts, one that's beautiful and unique the other rougher than madness as you fall below bellowing like a sad song.
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