Short Poem
Stones falling from the highest tier,
Bouncing off the valley of stone.
Waters run deep, and the sky grows clear,
Miles from the paved road.
Falling into empty space,
Landing in a perfect place.
Stones falling from the highest tier,
Bouncing off the valley of stone.
Waters run deep, and the sky grows clear,
Miles from the paved road.
Falling into empty space,
Landing in a perfect place.
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