Jump into the river,
Water till my knees.
Splashing, and playing,
However long I please.
I feel like I'm flying,
With the sky, I blend.
The rope scratching my hands,
I swing for hours in end.
Boots on my feet,
Walking in the slush.
By the waterfall,
Listening the the water gush.
Around the bonfire,
Warmth at my feet.
Hands outstretched,
Taking in the heat.
~!~Ana
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