Monday, August 22, 2011

The Waterfall.

The Waterfall.
The sound !
Smacking on the rocks
Brilliant glow of the waterfall
rushing down
Like a bride’s gown
Adorned in laces of bubbles
Searching for its soul mate
The rocks hide under
the tangled laces of the veil.
Is it to lure the bride?
The bubbles spring forth in countless number
And burst into air in silence
The intriguing Yosemite Fall
Always engulfs my thoughts in its fold. .
An undisguised ripples of joy burst
through me like those lacy bubbles.

Written by Jamuna Advani on August 10, 2011.

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