Aug 2015
the sea, rushing,
its blue inks dissolving
in pools.
a cloud whispers
fragments of a dark song
to the sky.
the waves crashing,
crashing, crashing….
its blue inks dissolving
in pools.
a cloud whispers
fragments of a dark song
to the sky.
the waves crashing,
crashing, crashing….
(England)
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