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Dying waterfall

It's body broken

Spine-snapped

Upon toothy grin

A stony mouthful

Raven dark

And sharp as scythes.

Ripped and torn

Rippled with shiver shorn.

Clear as an evening sky

Tasty as a moonlit night

Suspiciously summer tounged

With six thousand summer suns.

Sung deep within

A throaty tune

Time endowed.

The trees dip their hands

Wind shooken fingers

The ringlets

The droplets

Crystal

Of pricless worth

Then rushing along

The dying waterfall

Of ageless birth