Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Sea foam

It was cold and steely the weather that day.
Just like her eyes whenever she gets mad at me.
And there was a silence not grim but mellow,
I rested my gaze on the horizon,
below the sea waving away to glory,
churning out sea foam by the seconds.
And I was completely immersed in the bustle of the sea.

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