He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to t ...

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By Pramod | Added 10 Years Ago, 1 shares
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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