Scenery Poems: 7/13
Nature, Scenery


© Adriaan Groenewald

When the sun dies behind the ocean,
and take a last breath of air
When mother night emerges to swallow
the last glimmer of red
That moment when the ocean
makes love to the skies
and explodes together in a prism of light
Only then do I share my secrets
to the splintering winds
The clouds knows me by now

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