The ground is hundreds of feet below me
As the bridge swings from side to side
The havey fog makes it hard to see ahead of me
A mighty river flows beneath
I can hear it far below
The bridge swings
The thick fog
One wrong move
A hundred foot plummet
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Be quiet Be still your soul Center yourself upon the stone Left Right Just be Breath in Breath out Waves flow back and forth The ocean roa...
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