Unedited Poetry: Perfections Cliff

Stand with arms out stretched,
hands intertwined,
Feeling the perfect breeze.

Suns warmth upon their skin
Not a care in the world
To warrant a resolution,
of loves perfection.

The warmth of gravel
under their feet.
Falls slowly off the edge
as the wind begins to whirl.

Their perfect touch
and smiles stretch
under twinkling eyes
toward each other.

Blind to their teetering feet
near the edge.
Against the wind.
Warning of perfections
destined falling.



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