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Three Musings (2017)

  • James Long
  • May 5, 2020
  • 1 min read

He briefly reflect on how,

hovering at the edge

He'd never felt more vibrant in his life.

Without a second thought he wrapped his fist round the wire

And plunged in



Is this flying of falling?

I always thought I'd know the difference



Her's was the moon

Glowing, quiet, soft caress

But she bade the oceans move

Undeniable

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