On Edge
She stood on the cliff and watched
the
sea
She pondered her life and paused,
saw
Her mouth opened wide in shock
and
awe
Her body was poised and ready
fall
The storm whipped the seas up to
a
froth
The wind whispered death but just
her
Acquiescing she took the small step,
just
And she fell right into my arms,
and
peace
On strong wings I lifted her up
Light
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
