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The fall

Trampling the summer blooms
Under the soles of her feet
Gliding  through the wilderness
she went on
Crumpling in her fist the last shred of hope
A piece of paper in which he had written
“You are my love, with you I’ll grow old”
 
Sitting at the brink,
her feet dangling free
balanced at the edge of the cliff
Waiting to set herself free
 
Ready to take the plunge
she came on to her feet
Holding on to his promise tight,
She closed her eyes before the leap
 
©2013 Pallavi Mahajan
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