Falling
clear waters,
sunlight
casting shades
of light.
Blue, green, yellow,
orange, red, gold,
through the rushing
waters.
Falling,
falling,
for ever.
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My favourite place to be. beside rushing waters. you describe them so well. thankyou for the read.10/10 Regards Dave T