Falling rock

It’s a gradual falling;
unabated,
of the humble and pleased rocks
through the running waters.

I pray,
my dear father,
that these currents are not
devilishly strong

so I may fall on her lap
and rest in her kiss
and find comfort in her hand
and peace in her smile
and tomorrow in her breath
and today in her laugh. Else,

I am doomed in my fall.
That in hindsight
it be deemed a crash.

Please,
father.
Please

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