"Falling"
One falls
falls hard like a
great wooden oak
felled by the woodcutter's axe.
One falls
falls soft and smooth
as baby birds
as baby birds
finding and spreading their wings.
To crash with a deafening roar
or rise on the wind in fresh flight,
which will be my course?
As swift comes the fall,
as swiftly I crash,
or I soar.
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