~The Fool's Muse~ |
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There is a beach naught but mud and shells. waves crash against stone sounding continuous knells. high above the lost tyres, cut rocks, old cans and waving heather looms a perfect cliff you can lay on the top of it forever watching the sky through the branches- or the horizon from the peak there's a magic to this place if only you will seek. the wind calls my name not in a language I know but here our tongues are the same tugging branches to and fro. she comes when I call, a goddess of happy whim being weather is random certainty here I'm possessed and like the tempest, without sin. |
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