Friday, 23 April 2010

On the Edge

The cliff seemed timid,
But yet so powerful,
Its hands seemed like
Silver spoons scooping
The unknowing in falseness.

But the mountain was there
And it was epically feeling,
But yet it had selfish want
For power like a greedy boy
In want of dirty sweet candy.

For the tip of the earth
Touched the sky from this
Timid and powerful thing,
Fallen was it and falling was I,
For I was on the tallest edge.

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