In my dream, I stood upon a bridge,
but not upon the suicide ledge.
Mesmerized by sparkles on still water,
I toppled over the railing all the same.
the !n(tro)verted yogi
nomadic, poetic, and sometimes ascetic
In my dream, I stood upon a bridge,
but not upon the suicide ledge.
Mesmerized by sparkles on still water,
I toppled over the railing all the same.
I’d rather die an optimist’s death than the opposite. Good poem and incredible pic.
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Very good twist 🙂
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Cool
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