They say failed aerialists know that the last fall is the hardest. But such a sweet kiss when you hit the ground. My soul turns somersaults now. I hesitate to let go, I don't dare. I just watch you as you sail on by, reaching for the air. Updraft tumbles me wildly. I flutter by, bye baby. They say fallen trapezists know that to miss time is to lose heart. It's such a sad kiss when you say goodbye. Chicheme, March 2013
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Awww, this is sweet.
One tumbles all jumbled up when love springs into our hearts, but *sigh, what do we do but bounce with it and hope we dont fall like fools, clinging to the heels of the loved one, desperately reaching out to pluck whatever we can grasp of them. 🙂
Thank you Bubbly. And sometimes we fly without a net, ala Karl Wallenda. —–Chagall