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The View

I sit here on these jagged rocks
Looking out across the sea.
A strange black hound lies on the ground
Its head rested on my knee.

Jagged rocks, jagged rocks,
There's so little purchase there.
And yet the Lichen grows in veins
Like dried and faded hair.

The Lichen in their many shades
Of orange, red and yellow
Share there home upon the rocks
With a short and feathered fellow.

With stalks of green and heads of Lilac
They stretch to see the sky
But these rocks are an inhabitable place
And most must wither and die.

The sea before my eyes it moves
It swells, it dips it rides.
A barren landscape to the eyes
The thriving life beneath it hides.

Warm sunlight reflects against its surface
In a thousand shades of blue
Its cool swells and salty smells
Just beg to lick and lap at you.

An island green invades the scene
A few miles of the shore.
Misty threads caught on its mountain heads
Fill the mind with lore.

To walk across its grassy hills
Alone with wind and weather
Must fill the soul with thoughts untold
As you lie upon the heather.

But I shall stay upon theses rocks
So hard and sharp and jagged
My soul unclean from the life I've seen
And the lives I've left so ragged.

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