The Cliff

The white, frozen grass crunches under his feet
As he runs away from all he's ever known.
All their expectations,
All his fears,
Melting away with each new step.
The exhilarating rush of freedom begins to warm his once frozen soul.
If only he knew there was a cliff straight ahead.

KW '11

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