the dry, orange, stretching sea
waves
each grass among thousands
waves
each grass among thousands
beckoning heaven down
an ancient melody seen in movement
micah rich meandering curves
carve a deeper memory
rushing to pause in pools
and rest in blue reflection
beneath an unseen bridge arrested
mid-air
commanded by a chorus of whispers
I've been working on this one for awhile now. I'm sure a painting will follow.
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