The Cliff - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
I sped across a high, sharp cliff.
I went smooth across it's rocks.
The sight was lovely,
The air was clear.
I almost slipped on one of my shoes.
But I gained back my balance.
At last, I balanced on one foot.
But the sight was lovely,
The air was clear,
And I didn't fall.
Alas, I arrived at my destination.
I ran faster now to reach it.
I never did fall,
As I stood over that sharp edged cliff.
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