I used to paint the same seascapes again and again.
Huge blocks of sky.
The boats getting a little smaller,
the clouds getting a little bigger each time
Until there was nothing to see but swirling tempest
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I love this. I think it might benefit from a title.
I agree. I need to work toward that.
Until there was nothing to see…
Very moving and thought provoking.
Thanks. I apply you taking the time to read these.
*appreciate. Sorry. Walking and typing