Golden shores
wave upon wave torments these golden shores spilling their salty-white froths bowing to the jagged cliffs, of my once tempered steel thoughts this land, this distant land where my heart remains like the rising sun favored by the ancient Gods obscured by the slow-rising tides a hidden paradise where destiny, awaits…
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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