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Click hereshe sits
knees wrapped tight
in tensioned arms
senses strung
with a bowstrings might
rain drips
shrouding the air
in misty curls
of angels hair
wrapping us in mysteries
the sound
of green
sights unseen
smells of things
that may have been
mists arise
from depths below
sounds of falls
you want to know
yet are afraid to see
smells of green
from ferns an trees
moss and breeze
you want to know
yet are afraid to see
mists billow up
from the chasm below
drawing you in
to places you know
yet are afraid to see
I’m here
it calls
from rocks
and froth
just me
the falls
over the precipice
through the mists
it calls
beckons to be seen
Offers lovely images...kind of sneaks up on you and touches the emotions.