Mountain Waterfall
Hey mountain waterfall is tumbling,
it dandles on the rocks
and pale-faced maid
carried, would faint on the hands.
Hey breaking is the foehn spruces,
snatching is on the peaks.
Its arm is swift and strong,
but summits will withstand it.
Hey trickling is a drizzle.
It's spreading to the huts
in mist is rising to the clouds -
far-flung is to the sky.
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2017
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