Not quite a cliff, precipice,
or even a ledge.
The corner of a meadow, maybe—
Facing inwards.
A wide open space ahead
full of bright flowers and tall grass.
There’ll be patches of mud to be sure,
and maybe a few wasp nests, too.
The journey is not made alone, though—
I have you at my side
and your hand in mine.
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