Grey Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Grey

Grey thoughts.
Grey rocks we climbed.
Grey heights we climbed.
Were still climbing.
Still the airs stood.
There was no chill.
It was September.
And cool and diverse relative
Thundered the waves into the cliff
Sides
In their assaulting.

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