That salmon pink of the living autumn
leaves me breathless in the teasing drizzle
lost in profundities of cloud and sky,
revelatory
in how they hide the distance from me
shaping a space bound by seagull cries
and the gentle rhythm of the waves.
That salmon pink of the living autumn
leaves me breathless in the teasing drizzle
lost in profundities of cloud and sky,
revelatory
in how they hide the distance from me
shaping a space bound by seagull cries
and the gentle rhythm of the waves.
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