At the cliff face
my wandering ends,
the raven’s begins
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Noor Khalsa
Noor Khalsa, KHALSANS at nv.doe.gov
About the author: I live in a sikh community in Espanola, New Mexico. I'm an engineer, a yoga instructor, a student of martial arts, and I'm currently working on getting my class A skydiving license.
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noor, nicely done, however, for the “cliff’s face”.
the thought reaching out for me said, “cliff and face” are one and the same, though cliff is defined as, “the steep and rugged (face) of a rocky mass”
what would you say to:
edge of the cliff___
my wondering ends
the raven’s begins
still a nice thought, you presented, noor
i would delve into this, but there’s a muttering of “leap, leap, leap, bob”.
noor, nicely done, however, for the “cliff’s face”.
the thought reaching out for me said, “cliff and face” are one and the same, though cliff is defined as, “the steep and rugged (face) of a rocky mass”
what would you say to:
edge of the cliff___
my wondering ends
the raven’s begins
still a nice thought, you presented, noor
i would delve into this, but there’s a muttering of “leap, leap, leap, bob”.
over the cliff
a skeletal tree
hangs on to life
edge of night
life’s completion, day closer …
the nightwatchman clocks in
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