| Beneath towering waterfalls, I felt the power of nature’s verses as the cascading waters spoke of ancient forces. My own words flowed like the falls, capturing the awe-inspiring beauty of these liquid poems. The waterfalls, with their thundering descent and shimmering mist, served as both muse and metaphor. I stood in their presence, entranced by their unyielding energy, and my verses became a tribute to the relentless flow of life and the eternal rhythm of nature.
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