The Beauty of Words
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Falling Off
Your eyes lost their fear of heights.
You used to hold fast
on something you can grasp.
Not anymore.
You just let go of my hands,
falling off from life to death.
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KaloyBrown
I re-discovered creative writing three years ago. With the help of poet communities, I honed my writing skills to bring it up to the next level. Still lots more reading to go.
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