When the world crumbles,
And you stand at the precipice,
Staring deeper into the gorges around,
A dark abyss.
You just walk along in tremulous fear,
Gingerly circumventing the folds,
The sharp edges bite into your soul,
Ripping at its core.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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