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

Friday, September 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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