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Wedge of Life

Living on the edge, on a thin razor like edge, I walked on one side, of a deep yawning wedge, wind blew hard in a roar, sweeping my hairs, my legs swerved, as if inviting a fall, I steadied, only to be windswept again, precipitatinggly and gingerly, I walked along, life is a similar wedge, with you on one edge, it is not known for sure, when a wind might blow, and take you deep in wedge, quite dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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