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Prelude to a Waterfall

Silent waters with mobile desires,
beset with a nomadic spirit,
trapped inside the river banks,
buried in ancient catacombs,
prisoners of the quiet earth,
serving out their
temporary incarceration
with a mind to break away
and run with the rain,
to dance through the rocks
and swim to the
ends of the earth,
 
to be moved by
the tears of the clouds,
the liberators of the spirit,
the heroine of the skies
who oversee the
solemn faces of the still water
with their dreams
of running and dancing
and laughing and
flowing with the current.
 
Alas the gentle drifting,
the stirring of the stillness,
the following along
the river banks,
picking up the pace
with the undulating earth,
the union with the other waters
with the ends of the earth in sight,
the cascading down rocky cliffs,
the release of the nomadic spirit
in columns of the white waters,
the racing with a joyful heart,
the breaking out of prison,
the singing of freedom songs,
the coming to the ends of the earth
and the witnessing of the falling waters.

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