Wednesday, 4 April 2012

STEP BY STEP

Cold, cold whipping wind
Blowing through my hair
Blinding me.

Lift myself on the long bridge
Blowing like bumble beewings
Back and forth shivering in my cold harness.

Slowly slipping wait!
Sprint!
Yanking tightly on the rope of doom!

By: Tasia

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