“Hazel blue anemone in a little Seaside cave, drawing currents from the sea; turquoise blue on sparkling waves. In ocean dreams, the poet waits by his grotto, passing days. Rhyming verse, his mind creates where his smiling Sea Nymph plays. The lapping seas of emerald green stir the poets fantasy neath crystal skies; aquamarine and cotton clouds that drift so free. Ageless are the diamond sands that stretch across this heaven shore. With quill in hand, this poet stands by Neptunes realm forevemore.” ― Oksana Rus
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 17:16:10 +0000
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