Dying Waterfall in acrylic, AVR
He is old now
and the cataract is but a spring.
He touches the spring.
Where have all the waters gone?
Yes, he sighs with relief,
his gaze takes him far away;
And there the last drops
of his waterfall meet the sea;
And the sea roars in gladness,
roars a thousand cheers. ~
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