Day 2091, afar.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I stand afar

in front of these massive

black

ancient rocks

~

formed a billion years ago

it’s not their size

that makes me feel small

~

when it sheds its next rock

a cliff

into the valley below

loosened by cold and sun

~

we might all be long

gone

~

we are not even a cliff

an outlook

we are like the snow

that fell to low

on its slope

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