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Shane Leigh Aug 2017
I fell,
Hard, at the breaking of dawn
from loving you.
Loving the high,
on wax wings
with all warnings said -
and unheeded.

But the fall was too grand,
Too glorious,
and I would have never fallen
if I had heeded the cautious words
of a cautious man -
one who knows naught
of the grandeur of falling.
© Shane Leigh

— The End —