MOHER ROCKS by Maria Fokas
Moher rocks pick me up
Into the sky I want to fall
Out of the kingdom of greed
Lies fill the air with fear
From the beasts that need my trust
Struggle, regret, and doubt
And beyond that point
An echo of tears
Then you smile
And I am free
© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photograph found in Lost in darkness/search
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