She floats down from the sky, and gently reaches ground.
She didn't jump to fly, she was not heaven bound;
Quite the opposite you see, she was headed down below.
I'd rather you than me to have to tell her so.
She wouldn't pay attention, she would jump anyhow.
But her quick descension should not have happened now.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
