10 Minute Spill (1)

August 13, 2016

Say you'll do it but the cliff

stands waiting for you to jump.

Lick at the whirl of wind

tugging you

to the edge, for words are just words.

So voice them through your actions,

grab for the clouds,

make your words into realities

and carpe the life

our of your diem.

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