A slip of the mind sends it on its way downward
Its descent so soft, gliding with the utmost grace
If not so painful, beauty could be its adjective
In a bigger picture perhaps, the beauty of life?
Wafting encounters turbulence
Its tragedy becomes more apparent
Words become less, but more is revealed
Heavy silence brings it down faster
So close to the ground, now in plain sight
There are so many below to witness
Their eyes so expectant of the outcome
Everyone waits to hear the sound it will make.
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