As the dove sets flight,
The wind forholds her destiny,
The calm before the storm,
Truth won't be known without her survival.
A fragile life of short duration,
As she rises above the cliffs,
A soul to seek resurrection,
Whilst the silent stone will see eternity.
As the cliffs tower below her so powerful.
Crumble within the brutality of the sea,
Forever changing through weathering,
Wondering if they are to be reborn,
Millions of years from now.
Who will see,
More to the point,
Who will be...
9 years ago
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