Have you ever seen beauty you can feel?
Like the scenery off a cliff as the wind whips your face.
Have you ever made a mistake?
A scene off a cliff is no mere rock with dirt.
A scene off a cliff is a mark of beauty.
A scene off a cliff is a trap.
A trap that draws you nearer and nearer to the edge, in beauty.
And the whisper of the wind in your ear.
And all that is pleasing to the eye.
Trees, Greenery, LIFE.
Happiness, Joy, FREEDOM.
The scene promises all these and more.
You step closer now, feeling the heat of the beauty.
Your senses tingle with excitement.
The sun is pink, the smell of pine tickles your nose.
The wind rushes as if late to an appointment.
You feel as though, 'everything will be perfect'.
You Step.
You Fall.
Die.
Mistake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem