Conor Ebbs is watching waterfalls

Weeping Waterfalls
 

Braided streams of smoky sand
Dance in time by the water’s edge
Hissing as they pass
Dressing my feet.
 
Cascading cliffs yield their stocks
Weeping waterfalls of mist and stone
Unveiling the future
With past designs.



* Conor Ebbs says “I've been in a tryst with words and music since I can remember. It's often a rocky relationship. I hail from Dublin, Ireland.”

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