Your Majesty

June 24, 2008
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The mist

tangoing with my eyelashes

The beauty,

Majesty of the deadly water
Cascading down in a perfect curtain.

Azaleas lurk above.

In awe I rest

My tired bones on the slippery sediment.

The strange beauty of a waterfall.

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