A poem by Ariana Yerovam
The Sight of Falling
As we rise nobody is there to see us
As we fall nobody there to catch us
Our world is spreading
Dividing
Melting
We are not there to watch it fall beneath us
What will happen when our bubbles pop
We will look
And we will grasp
We will see
And we will know
The sight of falling
A tornado of rejoicing
A cyclone of reconciliation
As we get back up on our feet
Despite the colossal quake
As we rise and rise and rise
We will fall all over again
Art print by Andreas Lie
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