She liked to dance along the edges
To the point of falling in
The thrill of almost going over
Gave her happiness, within.
Only she played once too often
With the edge of reasoning
And when the madness took her
You could almost hear it sing.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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