It flows
Drip by drip
Tumbling down the crevices of the cliff
Smooth, silent, scrambling
A spectre
Aching, weeping
Drowned in sorrow
Reaching out to steady unsteady limbs
It latches onto the rocky crest
Fighting to stay, to keep going, to live
Teetering on sea legs,
it rises, bows its head towards the raging storm
And journeys
Step by difficult step
Back
To those distant lamps in ancient windows
To lush green slopes and craggled trees
To a rainsoaked cardigan and tearsoaked eyes
Back
Into her waiting arms.
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