You'll find me in the cleft hidden from the fury.
My heart a vault sealed away
from rage and pointless hate, opens like the sun,
radiant from showers sworn to conquer night.
My footprints washed by tides barely visible by moonlight
like stepstones o'er bridges glowing ever bright.
I've taken to the willows
feeding from the stream
that trickle to the ocean reflecting each sunbeam.
I've carried it all with me
and laid it 'cross the beach. Each shell and stone reflecting like calendars of weeks.
The rocks I skip on water bounce 'long like sprinkled glass.
Pearly iridescent stories;
times once come and passed.
I've notes once folded tightly
by fingers too young hold them fast, when days seemed to be endless, just before their last.
This is my five minute freewrite using prompt cleft.
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