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About This Poem
beyond the waterfalls
behind the waterfalls
is where they go to die
to dip their ivory hearts
in waterdgems and rainbow mist
one last time....
remembering
once upon an ancient path
when great gray trumpets walked a line
from waterhole to waterhole-nothing to fear
but the greatest of dries,
raising young
like the sun lifts the sky
so strong- so lovingly
her last thought,
when she was a sprite,
lightfooted bright,ambert eyed
playing tag amidst
the pillars of her life
trunk snapping the wind
songs of the past tickling veined ears
living forever,
beyond the waterfalls
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