where the yellow cliffs dropped
Where the yellow cliffs dropped
to meet the yellow beach—
a rugged coastline of
magnificent imperfections and scars
carved into rock
by wind and water—
I found a cove of shadows
and sat there, huddling against the cold,
as the waves and white foam
kissed my skin back to life;
and I watched the birds in flight
and heard the whisper of tall grasses;
and then I closed my eyes and dreamed of you.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
