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Sep 2018
My sister is a waterfall,
she hushes and she roars.
She’ll drown you in her tears and make you cry in thrill.
She’ll hurt you in her war.

My sister is a waterfall.
She doesn’t talk in words.
Her letters are always tumbling over the edge
until you flee like the birds.

My sister is a waterfall
and soon she will be dry.
Nothing but cracked Earth and eroding rock.
Gone with but a sigh.
Written by
Hanna  F
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