i shouted at the face of a cliff
it echoes easing to whisper
i'm quiet, mimics my wishes
i threw a stone; it came back
fell right on my feet; broken
i understand; you want alone
i look up to ribbons of light
peeking through tiny cracks
etching into walls of rocks
reflecting brightness tor me
to look for beautiful stones
i could tell; it's my very own
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