Sunday, April 10, 2016

Natl Poetry Month, Day 9, Waterfall's Lure




Waterfall’s Lure

You can hear her calling as she cascades into the pool below,
Her rushing waters are like gentle fingers rubbing your back in steady motion
You feel her rhythm as she entwines your senses while falling in harmony, building in crescendo until ecstasy as you collide upon the rocks. Listen, you can her calling, beckoning you to join her. You see her beauty in silvery glistening sheets of motion, she calls--waiting

@Wayne Adam 2017


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