Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Falling With Style

Just a small drop
Hanging by a thread
Without this green land
I'd surely be dead
All of my peers
Falling, crawling down
Only to enjoy
A most beautiful sound
I know I cannot
Climb towards the sky
Pretend I can't see
Or live with a lie
So no more worry
As the wind hits my face
Embracing the end
As I leave this old place

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