The colors look so dull on screen *** a poem i wrote *** The scent of the ocean shore lingers in her presence. A sailor scans the distant waves and finds the shape of her silhouette. Venture not, dear friend. For her grief takes the shape not of love, but of hunger. Lest we find your bones among the ocean timbers, and your name swallowed whole by the sea.
credits: art: @-EsteraStar- material: watercolor music: whales at dawn - Nacre
