The rock was high, the view was mesmerizing,
And wind was making him to fly.
He spread his hands in wish of getting a calling,
hypnotising sky.
He's death was quick-
No pain, no horror stayed in his glassliked eyes.
Who know, maybe that's better,
Than living this polluted life...
Don t
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