That Cliff | – Portey
By: Deepanshu Chhabda | via WriteFor-RedPaper

On a cliff, a slap of wind,
Trying to wake me up
From past trolling towards our shrine.
That place, a memoir of us.

On a cliff, a push from rock
Commanding to let it go,
No ties from that bod,
No claims, no arguments, nothing.

On a cliff, a wave beneath me.
Dive to the new unknown,
New places, new faces.
And that cliff set me free.

Feature Image: Pixabay

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