Peering over a cliff edge at the seagulls below,
a memory of being with you;
we exchanged places with birds and flew,
soaring high into the wind.
Crashing waves witness,
as did green, brown and blue;
sculptured rocks listened intently,
while time unfolded.
Ships sail no more abandoned,
lost to times passing;
I seek nothing more
than what life may bring.
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