Nonnet: "Bones"
Cliff high on the bay washed in pale white
where the sea laps at the dull rocks
where you and I used to stay,
but the seasons do change.
Now, you rest your bones
somewhere so far
away from
my own
bones.
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Noisy World (ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ)
PoetryI've never claimed to be a poet; I've only ever claimed that I'd try.