Rocky Ridge Poem by Nicole Arishenkoff

Rocky Ridge



Along the rocky ridge she stands,
With a long stemmed rose in he hands.
She gazes into the dark gray sea
and sobs
Why was it him not me?

A gust of wind blows in her face
and tears fall down
into the dark place
as which she calls home.

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