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~: POETRY / MODERN :~

 Visions of Sapphire Hills by Rebecca Laffar-Smith
A woman stood alone, along the cliff of life, irresolute, a flimsy wisp against the wind. She waited, watching, worshiping the edge in dreams and heard the distant thunder, nature's tortured screams. Her eyes a turgent grey against the inky depths saw in the rising waves, visions of sapphire hills. Where once there stood a peaceful ocean's breadth and girth now churned an angry spawning - giving death fresh birth and froth, washed white in torrent rain, foamed in the waves. Was here she stood apart yet in-between two worlds, with exhaled breath she stepped and plunged into the sea, her crimson lips smiled with her unseen thoughts of me.
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