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Jun 2013
The cliff
undresses for the sea
with jagged rocks crumbling,
like tears,
and the sea takes it all
Beautiful,
she weeps
back to the cliff
for she has no
place else
to go
And their sadness
is so sweet
that it doesn't dream
If you listen
you can hear them
whisper
but their voices
are too soft
for anyone
to bother
Ruth Boon
Written by
Ruth Boon  Hong Kong
(Hong Kong)   
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