The view from the cliffs were so exquisite,
As the oceans would crash upon  them.

I would Climb up the wet slippery rocks,
In my little Easter dress.
Taking in
the view,
the sounds
and the scents.

Looking around at all the beautiful mansion foundations'.
Laughing and running.
Trying to avoid all the geese droppings

And ******* was my mind full of innocents
Not knowing that these moments could ever fade

It was the most beautiful place I would visited.

And I Wish  I knew that then.