Standing at the precipice
you can’t catch me
it is too late for a fling
hanging on a string
once a drip of water
now but winter’s daughter
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I stand at the precipice
active are lights and colors
scents cloud my reason
sounds of the season
wrapped in bows
I pivot on my toes
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I stand on the precipice
so many things I missed
struggling to catch them as I fall
wishing to embrace it all
unsuccessful was my list
the many words I missed
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I jump from the precipice
you can judge the distance
28 more days
the sun shines too little rays
I smile at the thought
all the places where we walked
penned in moon dust 