Upon the hill

Upon the hill

I see your reflection

In the skies above

and in the rain

that washes

chasms, scaring

the country-side

raging onward

to the sea

where you cried

for lovers to return

yours

was not among them

then the waves came

washing your feet

with gathering sand

as you stood

lamenting your reflection.

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