Flying as I fall*
A tiny gem that it is, nestled in a cloud
Gathering more together as it is allowed
Darkness comes they all converge, soon there is no peace
Great clatter of thunder, little treasures to be released
Above raining down in a stream that is below
The drops combine with the stream and go with the flow
Now they go through the twists and a few bends
But a cliff is coming soon, do you believe it will end?
No, even though the distance is rather high and very tall
They all go for a ride of freedom, right off the waterfall
Dom*Colucci 2012
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