| Casaroro (28th of October, 2001) | 5/27/2007 08:49:00 AM |
Cascading straight down,
Almost to the speed of sound.
Surrounded by moss-covered boulders,
A haven for the weary heart,
Rest for the unspoken tribulations.
Over the passage of time,
Rivulets will flow forth
On to the valleys beneath the mist.
-jara-
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Rummaging through my scrapbook, I found this poem, also written in a style like a poem in my name in a previous post.
I was on a rural service project in Dumaguete City that semestral break from medical school. We decided to go to this almost out-of-the way waterfalls in Valencia town. The trek was pretty steep but the beauty of the Casaroro Falls was worth the effort.
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2 other thoughts:
Waterfall
A waterfall flows, and flows, and flows;
What does my little drop mean to it?
Look, a rainbow appears in the water,
And it shines, and tremble in thousand colours.
My little drop helps to create
That dream in the waterfall and makes it shine.
Dobriša Cesarić
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Hari
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