The house on the cliff

The house on the cliff
gleaming white
in the summer sun
looking out

The empire of stone
between the watery main
fading off
into the distant blue

It's a lonely stance
by the winding road
threading
from village to village

When the sun goes down
when summer
yields to winter's
gloom

The house on the cliff
standing out
in the winter sun
none looking out

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