The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held deeps, to rush shallows, spill thin through heights, but then, edging, to eddy aside, nothing of all but nothing's curl of motion spent.
Added: 2 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 26 May 2012 7:18 AM | Viewed: 5773 times
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