Waterfall

I felt the mist
for I'd been kissed
by the Niagara waterfall.
I heard its sound
which wrapped around
and made me feel so small.

I saw the scene
and was caught between
the beauty of it all.
I close my eyes
and still realize
the Niagara will always fall.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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