I didn't fall down from the cliff.
I jumped and screamed all the way down.
No, I didn't mind you staring at me.
Yes, some how through the fall I thought I would die.
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I love the originality and the individuality in your poetry.
We have a cliff at a nearby park which below it holds a sizable pond. Great spot for this dare devilish sort of thing. I do it at least once a year as a ritual. Something tells me your poem is about something a little deeper than a simple adrenaline rush, but it reminded me of my annual plunge. Thanks for sharing