Jump
Chairs lined with stripes,
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears.
Only a lucky few made it,
others turned into tears
landing on the grass of Green Park
as the warm air was getting dark.
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