the last cliff

the last cliff by anelephantcant

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the last cliff

I fall for her completely
it is not hard to understand
her hair the colour of mountain midnight
her skin the shade of burning sand

I love her in broad daylight
and in the darkness where
we met
yet she remains somehow intangible
like an elusive silhouette

I remember when she welcomed me
like a flower does a bee
but now that springtime’s over
she quickly casts
me free

I wonder where I went wrong
think of perhaps maybe what if
but it is too late
now to hold her
I tumble over the last cliff

I have no hope of salvation
and less chance of survival
I see the rocks sit patiently
my arrival

so now my end is imminent
I still feel it does not matter
my life is pointless anyway
I never can forget her

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5 Responses to the last cliff

  1. I have lived that one. Great words! I think you do, eventually, forget her,when you truly decide to move on. I had that happen once or twice.
    Have you thought of putting those together for, at least, a kindle book?
    I think it would be a worthwhile project.


  2. Corine Gouy says:

    Tu ne peux pas tomber, il y aura toujours quelqu’un pour te retenir !


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