Preposition PoemPhoebe Revision Between the bookshelvesOut of the small libraryInto the endless nightUp the intimidating hillsTo the top of the mountainsIn spite of the frigid airIn a thick fur coatBy means of a full moonBehind in my studiesOn top of the vast skyOver the tiny world belowUp and over the sharp rocks I leapDown a steep drop if I lose my gripWithout anyone elseApart from the restToward the very topBeneath the winter moon andAlong comes the howling...
Preposition PoemPhoebe Revision
Between the bookshelves Out of the small libraryInto the endless nightUp the intimidating hillsTo the top of the mountainsIn spite of the frigid airIn a thick fur coatBy means of a full moonBehind in my studiesOn top of the vast skyOver the tiny world belowUp and over the sharp rocks I leapDown a steep drop if I lose my gripWithout anyone elseApart from the restToward the very topBeneath the winter moon andAlong comes the howling...