Sunday, December 2, 2012

Falling Water

Ode to Falling Water


      in a world

         of green, lying

            spread out on the

              ground. Water rushing,

                    oh how serene! The love to

                         always be homeward bound.

                                  Undisturbed, horizontal, pure lines,

                                          panes of amber glass. Ancient stone

                                             shrouded in vines, light pouring in, in mass.

                                                         A man of great thought, a mind never ending.

                                                               The fame never sought, the love never mending.

To create a world of his own, never knowing the cost. A love never to have grown, so much had to be lost.

A world know style, a legacy resolute. Beauty that would beguile, and greatness astute.

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