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These poems consist of small short stories and a little about myself. So yeah. They tell of creatures,trees,and far away places. And a lot more.

The edge

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by binklasi

by binklasi

I walk to the edge to see

I try not to lean too far

But I want to see how far I can fly

I take a step forward

Then my last step yet

Now I’m in the air flying high

I feel the breeze blow through my hair

I say high to the birds while I’m up there

I go to marvelous place so far and wide

But at the end of the day

I put one foot in front of the other

Then I go home and leave the edge alone.