I stand on the edge
Of the cliff that is steep
Curiosity breaks through me
Wanting to take a leap
In its tempting depth
I saw what lies within
Little white flowers
Pure and free from sin
I had nowhere else to go
No other paths to choose
Yet the blossoms down the ridge
Said I have nothing left to loose
Reluctantly I refused
To jump with all my might
Yet I know someday I will fall
From the blindness of the night
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Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
