Cliffs The sea was kissed by the morning mist Darkness tarried as the sun struggled to be set free Standing atop the cliffs a wild picture of windblown red hair likened to the Flame tree Cloak lifted by the wind she scanned the horizon searching for a sign Praying he comes today as was hisContinue reading “Cliffs”
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Poetry For Healing 