• vasrants 182w

    Trust your fall.

    The sun rose to shine brightly!
    As I held my man tightly.

    The trust in my man raised high up,
    To the edge of the mountain up.

    I brimmed with epitome of happiness,
    To only feel the wrath of loneliness.

    The trust in the Peak was ready to jump,
    I jumped before to save it from thump.

    The joy of saving the trust lived short,
    As I failed to realise the jump cut my life short!!
    ©vasrants