by M. J. Schlagle

Created on: April 28, 2008

I stand in awe, by the waterfall,
cascading down like endless rain.
It fills the thirsty waiting pool,
and heals my aching pain.

I strip my cloths, bare my bones
touched by the tingling spray.
The child inside me emerges,
to embrace the light and play.

Then I stop, neath endless drops,
that soak my parched dry skin.
Blooming like a desert flower,
stretched to soak the liquid in.

How wonderful, a refreshing chill,
the souls' energy enhancing.
So beneath the wonderful waterfall,
I'll shall continue dancing.

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