i walk between narrow pass
a chip could come to a crush
water chilled close to perfection
gurgling sound against stones
where tiny fishes dart for cover
upon hearing my steps thunder
ahead is waterfalls, a bridal veil
shiny leaves moisten on ledges
dripping, dripping to pouring rain
moss growths on falls' bowl; thick
a swimming pool for ducks' chicks
and laundry basin for the natives
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