10 Minute Spill (1)

Say you'll do it but the cliff

stands waiting for you to jump. 

Lick at the whirl of wind

tugging you 

to the edge, for words are just words. 

So voice them through your actions, 

grab for the clouds,

make your words into realities

and carpe the life

our of your diem. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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