falling... melting... wet
L ike a waterfall, powerful, shimmering in the light of the morning, surrounded by magical living, moving carpets of green and thousands of flowers yellow and orange and red... like a dream. Tall trees extending their branches towards silver spotted clouds undulating against an endless mystery of transparent blue. And in the midst of all that beauty, you and I, entwined in an eternal embrace, not knowing where one ends and the other begins... falling, melting, wet, like a waterfall. Thunderous... Sign in to see full entry.