It's changed…
and I don't know when, why or how
It's different…
There's a sense of apprehension now
It's unsettling…
A frisson of fear hangs about the edge
It's dizzying…
Like toes too near the ledge
It's inconsistent…
Sometimes far, sometimes near
It's insistent…
In it's presence… and In it's fear
It's perplexing…
These feelings that we sometimes feel
That steal in ‘pon velvet wing
Are they even truly real?
…Or is it just a feeling? ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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