Michael Moorcroft - Edge

The wild wind,
Whipped her face,
As she quickened the pace,
Sorry that she had sinned,

She reached the cliff,
The sea crashed against the earth,
Her body went stiff,
She had been doomed at birth.

She was pushed to the edge,
And couldn’t go back,
In the end she drove the wedge,
And left before they began their attack.

A single tear trickled,
And she leapt.

Michael Moorcroft

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