In the Swiss Alps mountain range,
I try to climb the mountain’s peak.
For a moment of silly carelessness,
I drop down to the valley of death.
I fly over the Cape of Good Hope,
Its former name was the Stormy Cape,
Soon a terrible storm comes,
The storm absorbs me in the clouds of death.
I sail across the vast Pacific Ocean,
A whale hits and our sailing boat sinks,
For hours I swim in the Pacific’s waves,
Finally I am exhausted and go down to the seabed of death.
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A Wonderful Creation
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a good piece here, though perhaps think on shortening that final line so it is not running away from the rest of the poem's line length?
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There is no escape from death, this is what I feel right now after reading this poem. Sad and nicely written.
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