Washed away at Walton Cliffs.

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A thousand voices of days gone by,
as I sit beneath a deep blue sky.
Waves lapping with eager peace
playing with the summer breeze.
This used to be, it once was..
covered now in sea moss.
Eroding cliffs, reveal the past,
history’s story, that couldn’t last.
An endless sea of calm and rough
a place to throw your woes and stuff.
A battleground of forgotten days
Gone. All washed away.

Karen Hayward (c) 2015 (image and words)

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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