Cliffs of Moher

knuckles of the earth edge into the sea

that foams and seethes at its roots,

at the cliffs’ unending vigil.

Yet even their ancient sharpness will soften,

yield to the unending blue below

and wind and rain and time will make these old stones remember

that even they,

are temporary

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