Tuesday, October 7, 2014
The Ocean is on Fire
The water laps quietly, repetitive
The ocean is on fire
The sun setting on the horizon
Reddish orange creeping below
The flat and the clouds
Igniting the reflective landscape
Transforming it; undulating
Pushing, pulling, glistening, sparkling
Wave after wave
Stoping continuance until
The last word is written
You yearn for the sunset again
To be encased in the warm burn again
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Friday Music - Parquet Courts
I have spent the week alone...with a group of women. I do know how to vacation...
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This reminds me so freaking much of 83 and 84... I remember when a muse tried to trick me. She pretended to hate something she was to see...
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