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Kalsoy
To ford the thirteen peaks
and trod this ribbon of ancient stone
like exiles of forgotten lore
whose ships still linger in the icy foam.
Golden torches in the tunnel,
whirling beacons at world's end.
Black waves brush the jagged shoreline
where the charcoal cliffs ascend.
Fragmented, emerald monolith,
an outlying tower in the blue.
No man is an island
but this man waits on grassy slopes for you.
#writco #Love&love #WritcoQuote #poetry
and trod this ribbon of ancient stone
like exiles of forgotten lore
whose ships still linger in the icy foam.
Golden torches in the tunnel,
whirling beacons at world's end.
Black waves brush the jagged shoreline
where the charcoal cliffs ascend.
Fragmented, emerald monolith,
an outlying tower in the blue.
No man is an island
but this man waits on grassy slopes for you.
#writco #Love&love #WritcoQuote #poetry
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