From the Cliff
The brightest yellow ball is dilute on the vast blue horizon.
The heavenly peace that the restless breezes create is indescribable.
It might be the last day for overthinking minds, unsettled feelings, and unwelcoming miseries.
This huge wave will eventually erase them forever.
What...? Why does this chameleon mind get shocking, frightful,
suddenly thinks about the good things, unlike any other day.
It is always professional at making things difficult.
But what can I do?
RIP............... to the people on that cliff.
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