Sweat trickles down my cheek
The dirt trail seems never ending
One step closer each time
Beauty
The river sparkles.
The wood burns as the fire crackles.
The stars shine down on us.
Free
I stand at the top.
I look down, my stomach drops-
Eyes closed, I take the leap.
Great description! I love the way you use tasteful words that paint a picture in your head without straying to far from a traditional haiku.
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