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)