Sunburnt Penguin

By SunburntPenguin

Top of the world

A walk along the clifftops on a sunny Easter day.


The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away
In a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say,
As we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March [April] day.

A little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain,
And the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain,
And then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.

Beeny Cliff by Thomas Hardy

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