I slip and slide when I glide,
I fly when the sky is dried.
Climbing while rhyming from a hole,
I know the toll of each and every goal.
It's when I look back to look,
that's when I get stuck on a hook,
fight the shadows and then fall.
Too deep for light to hear my call.
What am I to do?
I cannot seem to reach you.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2025 14:26
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Comments1
The distance of communication can be great. Sometimes we can not get through. A wonderful write.
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