The wind burns my eyes as I look out over the sea. I don't want to close my eyes, I can't. I can't be sure of the next time I will stand here, witnessing its beauty, breathing in the smell of the water. It's here I will remember myself. It's here that I will find myself again. As the water smashes into the white cliffs I will stand firmly, breathing, realizing all that I am. The strong breeze reminds me of my strength.
The wind burns my eyes as I look out over the sea. I don't want to close my eyes, I can't. I can't be sure of the next time I will stand here, witnessing its beauty, breathing in the smell of the water. It's here I will remember myself. It's here that I will find myself again. As the water smashes into the white cliffs I will stand firmly, breathing, realizing all that I am. The strong breeze reminds me of my strength.
ReplyDeleteI've never been there. But, I remember a song that went..."They'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover..."
ReplyDeleteI haven't been either. I'm anticipating the feeling when I go in august! I'm sure it will be exactly as I picture. It will be an experience.
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