Monday, August 11, 2014

Desolate

Windswept cliff dropping away to vivid cerulean water
Sheerness of the face mesmerizing and terrifying
Nearly tornadic winds whip at your clothes
As you peer over the side, heart pounding wildly
Behind, darkest grey rock, almost nightlike
Stacked against some ancient foreign invader
Foreboding, lonely, and desolate

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