'Neath the pitch black skies
Or when the sun is out at play
Life hangs in the balance
Love hangs in it's arms
Delicate, fragile and breakable
Snatched away in a given moment
Anything can break the gentle framework
Of life
Of love
Be careful to keep it hanging
Just that little longer
Keep it where it's comfortable and nice
But...
Don't be afraid to get hurt
Author notes
"Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge." *Lord Byron*
My first in a while. 
It's probably crap, but what can I say?
musik-freek
A contest entry
- Variety Prompt Contest by SpydurPoet.
800 points, ended July 1, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Definitely not crap. You did an excellent job with the prompt. Thanks for entering!
Write on.
~*~SP~*~ -
It's not crap. I like it. Living life is always a risk. Loving too....but, what's the alternative ? Nice writing.
Jetz
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