Tides of Change

July 23, 2012
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In the beginning
Sheltered behind aged cliffs
A distant sea whispered in my ears
And sprayed white blossoms
Of good tidings

Eons have washed past
And with it,
Roaring tides have battered me
Carved my lines
And moulded my soul

Now I am a precipice
My heart is of stone
My black face unyielding
Skies and seas I hold in my eyes

Someday years hence
Should you return
I fear you will not know me

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