had I all the winds that blow
still beyond my breath
the breadth of beauty
so profound that tears would well
were it not for the buffeting gusts
that nearly knock me down
against the rough hewn majesty
of stony cliffs and muddy track
to lead me there and back
through granite sky above
the crashing sea below
that churns like new found love
yet I cannot belaud the grace
beyond what place itself bestows
for words are wind as well
upon the gale overwhelmed
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