Falling Poem by athena bell
Falling
Falling
Drifting like a snowflake
My mind spins
Down, Down
Falling
The wind's fingertips feel, caress
I am falling
Down, Down
Falling
Wings of an angel, feathers of an eagle
but still I am falling
Down, Down
Falling
With no hopes of breaking free
I submit, the pits of red
they welcome me.
Down, Down
Falling
The end, it comes
The breaking point, I see
Down, Down
Down
I am Free
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4/18/2024 11:52:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
may someone grab your hand, nice piece.