Poetry

Sunday, 21 December 2025

Falling

 My eyes fell, fell a sleep

My eyes are falling, falling into the deep

I fell out of bed

I fell down the stairs

I fell off the log pile of all my burning cares

I fell, I fell for you

Falling, falling waterfall dew

My eyes are falling

Falling water too

My eyes aren't falling

It's just the morning dew

When I rise the sun in my eyes does too

But now I must be falling

Falling in love with you

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