Aloft limestone coast by Zoë Kassiotis
I sit alone but I am not lonely along cliffs that gaze to elsewhere coastal hues keep me company aloft a limestone hill where vines dance to the sea I bask in the purity of unspoiled pine trees the grass suns itself brown ochre hills stretch their wings I lower myself into a crevasse where unsociable serenity sings lone trees stand guard they whisper and entwine a sea breeze language music to my mind I wish I could speak with the ocean tell her that her blue beauty is everything she’s an escape and she’s home maybe the cliffs know
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