The Cascade Poem by White Tiger

The Cascade

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Sitting on a rock, near a cascade
Reflections from the sun, on the waters parade

Cold, jet stream, falling from grace
Filling the lake, in this tranquil place

It rests my soul, to hear the sound
Of this flowing essence, caressing the ground

It runs endlessly, to enchant and entice
This cascade in the midst, and middle of paradise.


C.Vergara
11.30.2007

Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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