
We made it.
All of us out of breath,
giggling out of exhaustion and joy at the same time
eye contact between us a shared understanding
of an immense sense of pride
and that exhilarating feeling of being alive,
young and well.
The wind stroking our features,
tracing the lines of our smiles
as we stand at the top, staring out into the vast world
our worries swept away with the golden leaves
leaving behind a scene so serene
that life comes to a halt for a long moment
before starting to spin once more,
commencing our descent into reality.
What a gorgeous photo! Your poem expresses youthful euphoria beautifully.
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Thank you mags! Glad it brought that across!
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My pleasure, Fiona!
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wow . amazing as always
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Thanks Chlo x
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Such a beautiful photo and writing xx
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Thanks Amelia, means a lot xx
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