Geeta's Poems

The Fall

I thought
that when I fall
I’ll fall like a feather
and fluff on the ground
without any hurt.


But when I fell
it was with a bump
that I came to rest
on the ground.
I was surprised
there could be so much pain
in falling...


If only I had wings
like you
I would never fall down...
just
soar...


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{ Alone } { Where?... } { Evening } { The Touch of Your Hand } { The Moon }
{ Waiting } { To P... } { Creases } { Your Fingers } { Stock-Taking }
{ Private Demons - I } { Private Demons - II } { A Resolution } { Questions } { Freedom to Be }
{ Relationships } { Sensations } { Death } { Life's Choices } { All for Love }
{ To You.. { After Life } { After the Storm - I } { After the Storm - II } { Self Discovery }
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