Death
or Life.
Close
to falling,
I
am paralysed now.
To
climb is better,
A
fall so fatal,
But
what moves here?
In
my heart,
A
boundless joy,
A
look, a notion,
A
memory of,
Sweetness
on your lips.
Can
I let go,
Any
more than,
I
can win?
Nothing
is ever pure,
A
season in sunshine,
Becomes
damp,
Rain
falls and dew settles,
Across
the grassy banks.
In
the end,
You
hold my anchor.....
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