I know there is an angel,
backfloating on the river above,
her tresses cascading
down the cliff in tumbling curls,
or maybe
I see a fairy's blanket,
finest gossamer, laid out to dry,
shifting in the wind,
shimmering in the light.
What if I just saw a waterfall?
Gush of water
spilling down the cliff face
surrounded by green so lush-
surely, I see Heaven.
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