Teetering between,
On the edge of the cliff,
40 feet below
are jagged rocks.
I could turn back.
Turn around,
Safe from harm.
But,
No progress.
Back to the start.
Beyond the rocks
is a city.
Of wonder, and beauty,
Of love, and success.
Jumping.
Falling.
Living.
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Author:
Cassandra Fate (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2018 14:47
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Very nice ! 😊
really nice 🙂
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