The Cliffs Are Still There Inanimately Intimate Upon Itself Without Any Word To Say Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Cliffs Are Still There Inanimately Intimate Upon Itself Without Any Word To Say
the mountains are there
and with their heights they overlook
the sea and the
plains
one stands at this height
sitting upon a rock
his chin upon his fist
contemplating
if one man jumps from this cliff
and decide to end his life
the mountains are still there
and with their heights they overlook
the sea and the
plain
the cliffs are still there
inanimately intimate upon itself
without any word
to say
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