Wednesday, August 05, 2009

A Wash Of Colors

The waves are a rush of pearl,
Climbing over the constant emerald hills,
and the Leopard has left his spots across the sand.
Smokey clouds hover softly,
Punctured by moments of teasing blue.
Trails of grey weave across charcoal waters.
And the thin line of the artist's thumb,
Separates sky from sea...
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