words

expectorantexpectorant Posts: 36
edited December 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
your words trickling, stepping over stairways of stone
the noise becomes a waterfall
formed by crisp droplets all joining in rivulets
or exploding in mist
rolling, merging, becoming one
obeying gravity until concerts and choruses of currents
become energy
some eddying in small pools
others rushing onward toward the distant shore
a dream of something larger
to reach the final goal
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