Stairs Yi Sang

Yi Sang

Each step, a verse in life's poem...

Yi Sang

What mysteries await at the summit?

Yi Sang

Ah! The treachery of gravity...

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(Is this how stars feel when they fall?)

Yi Sang

Time stretches like elastic prose!

Yi Sang

Each bounce, a stanza of cosmic irony!

Yi Sang

The universe conspires... to humble the poet.

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(Perhaps I should have taken the elevator of fate instead.)