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Read on 1-25-11's club meeting (sans picture then), unrelated to any prompt.
Things I've learned from a waterfall painting...
Thoughts are flowing all around
Up and down and every which way.
I'm astounded by your beauty
And I cannot look away.
A river never fears a fall,
Never hesitates, takes all
Leaps without question,
Faithing for something,
New in each moment.
A river seeks a point of peace,
A placid mirror where I can see the truth.
How do I rush like a river and not trickle like a tear?
How do I run without guilt or live without fear?
Questions flowing all around
Up and down and every which way.
I'm astounded by your beauty and I cannot look away.
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