I was about to.... right on the edge
Then she slipped off
The shot was off target and the damage was a big trauma
She had accepted it but maybe the timing wasn’t

Moments earlier, it was all over her lips like lyrics of go fire man
It was all like the fire had penetrated the bush on the matches of scattered grass
Her sound alone was promising, and the birds ascended to it. Felling from far and nice without regard of eye caught by passers

She looked dump like a cold weather, a clumsy shine in midnight morning
As I looked on, my sphere drowned and other accomplices befell. Yes the moonlight shone in the zhumba dance affair
The finest of wine was served on a plate not a glass, for the drunkards preferred to sqoop rather  than to drink then it rained on my memory on the day she wished to dive in to swim

In a short sight, her waist was west of my watch and south of watchmans gaze, into the billow of a flat surface we hoped for rope to climb out. See one champion causing traffic leaving many ragging for wishes as though what a chance it was for beggars to ride
Just like that.... the candle was blown out.
#herdsmanofprogress