by David Leuser
(1998)
Over the Cliff,
it tumbles,
coughing up little diamonds.
Over the cliff,
it rumbles,
thunder in mid summer.
Over the cliff,
it explodes,
in a splash of light and dark.
Over the cliff,
it falls,
a river,
a waterfall.
Waterfall
by David Leuser (1998) Over the Cliff, it tumbles, coughing up little diamonds. Over the cliff, it rumbles, thunder in mid summer. Over the cliff, it explodes, in a splash of light and dark. Over the cliff, it falls, a river, a waterfall.
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