The spell of Cornish hills
The Celtic Sea hugs the cliffs of Cornwall exposing its secret shades of blue
The morning sun flushes Cornwall with a fresh spell of life
Poems of ancient miners still rhyme around the chimneys strewn on the gorgeous Cornish hills
A lonely seal pup dances in the froth of the playful sea
The solitary run to and from the lighthouse invigorates me
Life’s waves are like Cornish hills
The crest ahead hides the one behind
We climb, rest, and set forth through the mist of the past
The next crest’s yawn dwarfs our ego
Yet, accomplished, we set forth
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