Waterfall Haiku

fog ahead
deafening white noise
hidden falls

staring up
at falls sans water
drought dreams

high falls
water stretches and drifts
violent spatter

waterfalls,
creeping backwards
over eons

suicide, or
the best story ever?
luck of the rocks

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