HEART SHAPED NET

By Paul Camarata ¶ Posted in Word Doodles Galore ¶ Tagged poems ¶ Leave a comment

The very first fall
feels more like a leap
from a high cliff in to crystal blue.

But a real fall is different
often going unseen
until it’s the thing catching you.

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