Lands End
Stained rocks On past settled grounds,
Where a smile that can't be seen,
She stares upon the hill,
Laid under Similar fields,
that's growing through time.
Strain no shyness from open waves,
Breezing high with crystal glow.
Where Freed nature can be seen for old eye to view,
And keep what tries to be taken,
Death for the loving heart is no more.
When sun turns away for darkness to appear,
The 20 second light takes over the heavy ground.
But still you won't see her smile,
Nor her wave,
Like the growing fields,
She will always be there,
Through ageing times.
Copyright © Ryan Jackson | Year Posted 2012
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