Rippling white-capped waves unfold –
Like sea, the sky they brave.
Treacherous white-capped tops –
Like spilled milk under sun spots
Drift to the edge of horizon –
Of terrain that is infinite
Posted in response to the challenge Climber.
Mountain View
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