We look upon a mournful scene,
is it mist or just the sheen
of sadness in the eyes downcast.
With folded arms and child at breast
she realises that no more
on lapping wave her paramour,
will reappear on rising tide
but now departs for the last time,
her clifftop vigil will soon end as
arms outstretched she will descend.
No-one will mourn, nothing to keep
her from making this fateful leap.
Now that is a tragic little tale, Bobby.
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I will tell you the story of Janifred/Jennifer’s leap in the near future as part of the Living Lore series.
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Oh that would be good, Bobby… thank you!
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This is very touching. Good piece.
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Thanks for the nice comment
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