Ripples
Glistening before the evening sun, these silvery kissed ripple tides, that caress the golden shores again and again, spilling seashells that adorn the shifting sandy breasts This earthly canvas, garnished with soft apricot and strawberry reds, delicately etched on silhouettes of seagull wings, flapping , the luscious memories of my youth. For I am truly blessed
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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