Waterfall

Trickling water

Running down rocks,

Drip, drip, drip

Water soaked in my socks.

 

Memorizing views

Looking off the bridge;

The taste of water

Like my cold fridge.

 

I have a fear

Of deadly heights,

But when I’m here

I don’t get a fright.

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