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Precariously Tiptop
i saw the sun blush ;
i saw the earth go shocked-
grass-hair standing
precariously tiptop
as the world rocks anxiously ;
doesn't stop even slighty
for stillness is too
vulnerable. how reliable are
the skies which always watch,
blankets of eyes peering,
revealing ____ revelling
in naive surprise. stand
amused, the cloud cries
itself to pieces.
Copyright ©
Rachel Hart
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