A Poet On Vacation

Tiny, translucent clouds, wispy, soft, light, drifted past the bright, full moon as it shone upon the dark water, casting a romantic hue in the atomsphere. The waves, flowing, crashing, dancing, came to their shore-boundary and pulled back again, as another row of dancing, foamy waves came and took its place and they, in turn,Continue reading “A Poet On Vacation”

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