Falling Falls

a poem by Verena Radlingmayr

a powerful magic hits my core
even before I see the shore
my heart beats, and beats, and gets a blast
my soul is dancing, free at last

the stunning waters, the majestic force
how can I put it into words?
the magic, the colours, the rising vibes
making me hopeful and feeling so alive

touching down, falling endlessly
i am overwhelmed by their enormity
the beauty, the force, its amazing grace
setting my soul-fire, my heart ablaze

I get to be in this magic land
I hope it will never come to an end
and end it did not
because I never forgot

the falling falls
the watery walls


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