Her feet dangle,
The water licks the shore.
A child tasting the sweet juice of a blackberry,
As a smile creeps across her face.
Her gaze meets that of a dictator in the clouds.
Crouching on the edge of reality,
The breeze gently sends a chill down her spine,
As her Mother's voice lingers in the air.
Love and rage swirl through the atmosphere.
And yet;
All she has is the cliff.
