Jumping off a cliff
I
float
In
void
Convinced
by
The
reality
Of illusions.
Dust
particles
Lit
up by
The
sun rays that
Appear
blue
Their
true colour
Obscured
By
ages of
Pretence.
Clouds
Fickle,
Undecided
Unsure
even
Of
what matter
They
really are –
Solid,
liquid,
Vapour?
The
air around
Giving
an
Impression
Of
flight
The “flight”
A
plunge
Towards
A
grisly end.
But
still
I
jump.
For
the free fall.
I
float.
I “fly”.
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i have been a regular reader of your writings, rambling, musing, poetry, at times your absence but i must say your words are growing like a beautiful garden, in the valley that i metaphorically mean is your life.
ReplyDeletegod bless the might of your words.
a beautiful read!!
Thank you so much @Quietitude! :)
ReplyDeleteIt will be my favorite until you write another one.
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ReplyDelete@poles: Thankee.
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