Cliff (an acrostic poem)

 

Conundrum of faith

Looking over the edge and seeing only the unknown

It makes one pause wondering if you should take that next step

Following your heart, believing that you can fly or…

Fearing the fall and fitfully fleeing…

 

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Safe (an acrostic poem)

Silently Malcolm crept up to his target

And yet he didn’t strike out at her

Feeling that something wasn’t quite right, he turned and walked away

Evelin smiled, and her eyes glowed.  He was fleeing.  Now it was her turn to hunt.

 

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