The cliff's edge made passable
By man-made stone-carved steps
I walk them, then run, along the brink
Where She and humans met
Inhale the air of purity
The wind can sweep you up
A timeless place in short-lived times
I drink from Mother's cup
The path gets steep, the stones get rough
I stop here now, below the bluff
Afraid only of nature's wrath
And not the ones who tame her.
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