Natural Wonder

My view is straight but hopeful

that no other had ventured this far,

gone down the narrow trails

and found wide escapes

 

The blue glides down a deep fall,

watching it clash into soft mossy rock—

a force of echoed

waters,

in a violent rapture

of thunder and wind

 

dispersed white mist

creates houses of colors,

disappearing air

that the sun molds

 

The distant eyes of a girl,

canoeing onward

upon frothy waves

 

If she made the passage,

the gulls would greet her ears,

heavy murmurs

of life she’d gone through

 

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