Light Aug-23
Trickling water, a natural bell
flows in rivets with carved rock.
Lush ferns spring up in the crevasses
rather alike the children of the water.
I hear the wind call me,
as I step onto the grassy ground.
Turning to face the sun,
my shadow falls behind me.
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