Not Poetry...

in notpoetry •  6 years ago  (edited)

The clouds spread, the sky clears.

Rays, they call it the sun, shine through.

Through what? The rocky mountain tides.

In and out, the ocean flows.

Reminds me of births untold.

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Nice pict..

  ·  6 years ago Reveal Comment