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Waterfall
Still anchored to waning memory;
a face in the ripples unfurling.
I brush my hand through your liquid hair
before you dissolve
into the rapids slowly curling.
At river's end, in a spray of pearly mist,
the highway bends as I merrily drift
beyond horizon - slowly falling.
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a face in the ripples unfurling.
I brush my hand through your liquid hair
before you dissolve
into the rapids slowly curling.
At river's end, in a spray of pearly mist,
the highway bends as I merrily drift
beyond horizon - slowly falling.
#writco #WritcoQuote #poetry
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