The FallA Poem by Wolf TowneWhen I tire of seeing, I look
within At this point I close my eyes As my sight goes, my hearing
comes For a moment I forget But it is only for a moment But my hold is slipping I do not fear the fall © 2017 Wolf TowneReviews
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StatsAuthorWolf TowneCosta RicaAboutAmerican living in Costa Rica using poetry as a form of therapy. more..Writing
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