near mountain cottage valley
flows a magic waterfall
beside High Falls trail
local teens walk nude the path
midnight first full moon cycle
they make fire before the fall
sing songs and dance to airs
myth within the spattered mist
is of an Indian maid
who was forbidden to have her love
and jumped into the fall
the High Falls trail absorbed her will
and lovers who hold beneath the spill
are sealed forever in her walls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Mandolin I remember how the reflections flash upon the wall....as you say....nature's motion pictures....that can be touched....