Cascade
A mountain crumbles against sky.
A small leaf gently falters.
The gray fog passes by
like dreams in sequence,
one by one.
The brave trees, the granite walls,
The rising Sun crashing into time;
A morning in sorrow.
Altruistic shadows that creep sideways.
The sword of summer
penetrating daylight.
The smallest thought
held like a seed
blossoming in the hand
like light or thunder.
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