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On The Edge

Right on the edge 

I stop

   I don’t look down

     To the fall

Instead 

   I look out

To the the mountains

  And the sky

And the rivers

   And the trees

And I almost

   Take a leap

I almost

  Fly 

But

   I don’t move

I just dream 

   Of what it would feel like to achieve something 

I almost fly

   I almost live

Before I die.


CH 6/19/24


 
 
 

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