I gazed at a volley
Stream falling from a high place
Darkness after daylight
My eyes captured a staring beauty
Flowing downward
A structured, precious yellow gold mine
The eyes of God, it seemed
This fountain of youth
Washed everything in sight
Waters rapidly traveled downward
Through the entire night
A work of art
Destined to be admired
With ease
Never aspiring waterfalls
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