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  Enchanted Evening By Roaring Fork  
 

Stand in the bend of the road.
Listen to water fall in black sheets
Over silver rocks at midnight.
 

Entwined,
a pledge near
The pristine, baptizing waters.
White arms blackened by noon day's fury,
Renewed once more
By the ebb and flow
Of the tidal moon's radiance.
  Honesty, happiness,
Love, no betrayal,
Myths lingering in the misty-dropped
Air....
  No tinge of reality
Lurks to taint,
The enchanted evening
When the walls like Jericho
Came tumbling down.
       
       
       
       
 
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