Author Jonathan Chaves Precipitous, rising beyond the purple clouds,a circle of stones like teeth of a comb!Once I met a man here who was a hundred years old;he told me stories about the days of soldiers and spears. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments