Free Falling, A Poem by Larry Golicz, September 3, 2009
Free Falling Fountains drop diamonds in the sun, Falling gems so much on the run, Coming and going they ripple and swell, Then merge as one, tinkling to tell. Slipping past time is easily done, While singing the future for fun. Piercing the veil, I'm on my way, Up there always, wanting to stay.... Sign in to see full entry.