Art that gives

The precipice is a strange place

for a human to stand on the tip

they come face to face

with their hearts about to rip

and wild minds that see the cracks

a fissure rock hard in the narrow view

There are no barriers that tracks

leaving the depths to uncover for the few

It is not a hunt

There are no footprints nor scents

We only have to look to the front

Puzzled by what presents

In that moment, the day is young and the night is long

A simple jump presents what can be found

~ Win Phyo Poetry

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