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Leaving
The kids on a sea cliff.
Three futures.
Three dreams.
Three minds.
Three bodies on the edge,
staring at the stars.
One sits down,
content to stay there
watching sunsets
and seeing others live.
Another starts walking,
close enough to see over
but too far to trip,
just biding his time,
the calculated risk taker.
The third kisses them goodbye,
takes a step back,
and throws herself off,
praying to grow wings,
because hope and air
are all that's left,
and faith is feathering her back.
Three futures.
Three dreams.
Three minds.
Three bodies on the edge,
staring at the stars.
One sits down,
content to stay there
watching sunsets
and seeing others live.
Another starts walking,
close enough to see over
but too far to trip,
just biding his time,
the calculated risk taker.
The third kisses them goodbye,
takes a step back,
and throws herself off,
praying to grow wings,
because hope and air
are all that's left,
and faith is feathering her back.
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