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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