Vertigo On the Mountain Top
I grasp the safety rail
and admire the view.
Beneath ancient cliffs
of grey and gold,
a sea of trees swell
into the blue white mist.
The cold wind presses me
with love of the depths;
I feel like a bird
in the light open air,
above clean space,
It would not hurt if I fell...
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