Teetering dither like a flimsy seesaw at the edge
Of the open skyscraper's pewter concrete ledge
Gazing hazily past the hundreds of miles below
An amiable breeze nudging me softly as it blows
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The open horizon's colliding apricot and violet
A marvellous sight of the enlightening sunset
Quite the teasing vision of faithful life's vitality
Akin an ironic requiem of the last sight I'll see
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Teetering unsurely like a vacillating scale at the edge
Of my final standing ovation upon the concrete ledge
If the gale heaves violently, and pressure's more than I can take
Do I have to take the long fall simply just to catch a short break?
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Poesía"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
