below the azure sky
there she sat down, not to cry
but to be hopelessly drunk
of the ocean breeze and sea sand crank.
her mind was full
of the colors borrowed from the shore
wandering around
where she could be nowhere to be found.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
below the azure sky
there she sat down, not to cry
but to be hopelessly drunk
of the ocean breeze and sea sand crank.
her mind was full
of the colors borrowed from the shore
wandering around
where she could be nowhere to be found.
Inspired by the breathtaking ambiance along the beach.
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