March 24, 2010
drops on my skin
the silent whispers of my kin
and the deafining roar of nature's glorious rage
with the fire just beginning
the cold sparks cover your face
the water feel like lace
refreashing air fills your very soul
but every good thing has it's toll
the wrongs of your life rush though your head
yet the coaxing waters
sooth your heart
your mind dulls
nothing like the soothing waterfalls

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