Poetic Bends

Falling Through

We’re falling through the open sky

Now, passing through the clouds

We feel the mist upon our brows

And reach up for something missed

We’re falling through the open sky

Now, the ground coming fast and loud

We form the stance to make our bow

And hope the landing’s blissed

We’ve fallen through the open sky

Now, into a crack emerging proud

I only wish I could make the vow

That yours are the only lips I’ve kissed

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