Silently crying
by the edgeless corners
of the depth-less cliff;
Waiting patience-less
for the fall of sunrise
at the eve of noon;
Hard it is to understand
nor grab a sense at hand
of this Muse-less poetry;
Like the serenely troubled sea
and the calmness of a raging storm,
this lively heart, in pieces torn.
©poet_drey
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