November 14, 2011

Falling, Falling — Endlessly Falling

( poem in the style of emily dickinson)
Falling, falling — endlessly falling
I tripped the clouds, my home
And came upon the darker world
where I would not be known.

Long have I lived there now
forgotten of the Light
but in the Dark I have earned
a clear and faultless sight.


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