Sea salt breezes
brush cliff side thoughts
as the sun's rays cast
a blinding glare
on the ocean surface
Like a liquid hammer,
waves violently pummel
delicate soils below
into a submissive erosion
Watching from above
on the cliff's edge;
I can see
the minute crumbling
washing back into the surf
In the distance,
serenity's melody begins;
peacefully hummed
with the setting sun
The rise of the moon
brings forth a tranquility
that kisses away the bruises
left behind on the cliff's surface
from an overbearing aquatic fist
And when the sun rises
once again, so does the question
as to the length of time left
for this cliff's existents



some reflective mopments in all this nice imagery you have penned here well done
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