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Childhood memory of a friend who asked me to write a poem on it. |
| Splashing sounds reach my ears, Heart thudding, I feel little tears, Tears jumping from a distilled pool, I nearly fall over, just like The Fool, My guardian saves me from falling, The waterfall reaches me, calling, Sweet waterfall, enchanted you are, I'm fascinated by your calming power, I feel the presence of a wise spirit unknown, Time goes by and my curiosity has grown, I trip and I'm greeted by an arrow-head, For I lie on the land of Native Indians, the spirit said. |