Passive cliffs of mordrow
By rachwein
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Her hair long
as dark as a raven
she is a cliff
which before her waves crash
and curdle the tears from her eyes
on a stormy night
her voice is beautiful thunder
nurturing this last stand
against the world
i climb longingly the crags
just to see her face
and upon her shoulders
i stand in strength and peace
and fly unto the raging wind
which has spoken my name
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