Mirtinas Melagis


Falling

On a cliff, the grass and rocks feel comforitable below my bare feet.
The wind blowing against my face as I look out into the ocean.
The last site I shall see.
I turn now, the wind blows against my back, urging me to take a step back.
The white dress around me flows as if I am already a ghost.
Deep breath, sea-salf fills my smell and taste as it flows through the air.
I take a step back off the cliff.
Memories swarm my mind and it feels that I stopped time just to examine them.I see smil

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