Falling(2)
Falling,
Still,
Falling.
Seemingly faster as the seconds pass.
Swiftly falling towards the grass.
Down the sky away from the rising sun.
Soon this life will be done.
Towards the ground,
Soon I will pound,
There will be a mound,
Labeled 'the girl, from whom no one heard a sound'
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My Poetic Preachings
PoesíaThis is a book of things I feel about real people, real emotions, whether I have felt those emotions, or still do is varying from chapter to chapter.
