The Waterfall

When you stand in the thrall of the waterfall

Overwhelmed by its crashing power

When your cheeks feel the sting of its icy caress

And you don’t know the day or the hour

When your ears and your tongue are struck deaf and dumb

And you yearn to recall who you are

With your toes on the ledge, you peer over the edge

In the roar, in the roar

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