Waterfall

Waterfalls glide from the North Down the snow-covered mountaintopAnd on that inviting beauty of the EarthNesting on the Alpine trees, a flock of birds chirpIn tuneful songsAcross the pacific valleyAnd there I always wish to betaking in pride in the glorious affinityWith those never-ending songs of the solitary delight. Copyright:Welkin Siskin 

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