The Fall

By Mayamol Michle

The sky is staring at me,

The clouds wants to embrace me, But I am falling deep, That the icy hands of clouds, Disappears as its about to reach me, I am falling, Deeper and deeper,

As that the depth is unending, I don’t know the end, I don’t know where I am, All I see,

All I feel,

Is going down and down, There are fogs but no greenery, All I see is white and white, That spelled of an unknown trance, That let me sleep into the dreams, As I opened the eyes,

Everything is green,

It was a dream,

A drama played of my soul,

To let me know,

The value of life,

That I am about to leave halfway,

Only to escape from a single fall. Mayamol Michle

By Mayamol Michle