Gliding, spinning, falling, repeat
Gliding, spinning, falling, repeat.
I make some friends and they help me get up and try again.
The sky is black, the moon is bright
I will try again with all my might.
Snow starts to fall,
I give it my all.
I'm spinning and twirling,
The world is whriling.
I brace myself for the fall.
It doesn't come, but I'm sure it shall.
I look around, my heart fills with pride,
I'm on my feet, I haven't died.
Monday, December 13, 2010
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