Poetry By Glen Woods
Saturday, January 24, 2009
precipice
he stands on the precipice--
a knife's edge glistening in pain--
not knowing if there will be a soft landing.
the naysayers await his fall expectantly
while he risks his future and dares to dream.
24 January 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
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