As I sat and wondered with no place to hide
You took my hand and said
"Let us run to the end"
How foolish of us to be there
Running with the wind
As we fell off over the edge of the world
Falling and tumbling down into space
Towards the sun...
... whistling.
2 comments:
felt like a Tolkein poem. :)
too much of a comment. :)
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