The air was crisp
Beyond the shingle the sea lay calm,
Whispering in the morning's breath,
Shimmering as the bright pale yellow sun
Climbed into the sharp blue sky
A gull skimmed over the rippling water
The mist gathered itself
Close to the crumbling sandstone cliff
Mounting its damp red face
Warm softness behind
Cold hardness before
I run up the steps
Heading for home
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