Precipice On the precipice she dances Red umbrella in the rain Sure that she would fly If ever she were to fall Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: redgladiola Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com View all posts by redgladiola
A wonderful display of faith.
Thanks!
You’re welcome.