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Falling Over Water Is Not the Thing for Me

Falling Over Water Is Not the Thing for Me

When starts

the fall

of grace?

The birds

with wings

of lace?

Above

the dove

in love

with warmth

on her

black eyes,

Fall home,

no land,

she cries.

By Ella

I am an undergraduate junior studying creative writing. I am interested in short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and professional writing.

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