Falling
Here I lay,
on this sunny and bright day.
With my hands turned up right,
the wind blows through them slicing like a knife.
My arms and legs stretched out in place,
while the sun kisses my face.
Pieces of my skin left to bear,
fair for all to see.
Eyes flutter open,
cheeks blush,
Pollen of dust,
flowers so bright.
Engulfed warmth,
from the sun's touch of light.
The sky is clear and blue,
with the wind slicing through.
My head turns,
my body spins.
Slowly sinking in.
Ever falling.
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