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Jungle Waterfall
Warm jungle water
falling on my face.
Crystal blue.
Down in tumble,
warm through the moist air,
over smooth brown stone,
over lichen,
and small plants growing there.
I turn my head left and look to you,
in the cave by a delicate light.
You lie on the fur,
asleep, as last night.
A scarlet bird flies past gargling outside.
I ride with him,
over the tree tops,
that glisten, deep green.
Over the rocks, the stream,
wheel through scented mist,
to the mountain top,
the extinct volcano,
and bright white sun,
and I see me,
beneath the waterfall,
near the broken tree
at the mouth to our cave,
where we will live,
forever.
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