Fall off of the
ledge,
so effortlessly.
Drift down to the
earth,
swaying soft like a leaf.
And the crash will never come,
if you only
believe,
you could always fall on me,
fall on me.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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6 comments:
lovely... i like the anonymity you imprison in its title...i like the typography.. a thing on falls but fashioned from the disposition of a ladder..
write on friend...our wounded hearts know little of the remaining verses..
shakir
The poem's power is wrapped tenderly into your words.
Very nice, Sara.
I found your blog through your comment on the Writer's Unbound site. I just wanted to say I like this poem - especially the emphasis on the last line.
Jaime @
http://www.fictionscribe.com
Hiya again. I'd love to know about your yahoo group. (Always looking for inspiration.) Also direct me to the NaNo joke?
Jaime ~ Fiction Scribe
this thing is something sweet. very tender....
A gem.
Sculpted to perfection. I can feel the lightness and the gravity pulling.
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