Jumping over the verbal pledge.
Loose and free, shaking off the pleasant clutch.
The numbing cool free breeze hitting the fragmented visage.
Chopping off the dense and thick memory foliage.
Hands forgot the sense of having a grip.
Every molecule engaged in the effortless downward trip.
Bright and dark interspersed in this oceanic motion.
Thrown into the void are the verbal senses of friction and caution.
In the fall there is a rise and in that rise there is a fall.
The same sides of two different coins on a ledge.
and the coins too are going over the edge.....
Loose and free, shaking off the pleasant clutch.
The numbing cool free breeze hitting the fragmented visage.
Chopping off the dense and thick memory foliage.
Hands forgot the sense of having a grip.
Every molecule engaged in the effortless downward trip.
Bright and dark interspersed in this oceanic motion.
Thrown into the void are the verbal senses of friction and caution.
In the fall there is a rise and in that rise there is a fall.
The same sides of two different coins on a ledge.
and the coins too are going over the edge.....
(A short poem inspired by the song - Taking Chances by Celine Dion)
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