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Poem Details
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| Title: | On Cliff''s Edge (triple triolet) |
| Author: | Pamela Crouse |
| Date Submitted: | 11/16/2013 |
| Poem: |
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day I feel so cold, a deadly chill upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still so desolate, bereft of will with trepidation, feet of clay upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day. whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul I''ve lost too much, and can''t remain whose evil spell did weave such pain my morrow''s hopes all died in vain for death I know the bell doth toll whose evil spell did weave such pain that took this heart, and bled my soul. the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind the waves collide on rocks that wait the sea sings dirges of my fate a voice begs "no", but it''s past late I brace and leap; soul''s suff''ring''s end the sea sings dirges of my fate my skirts form wings, blown by the wind. ... |