fingers of waves
beauty in ocean’s skeleton
to the rhythmic death
like a lover
among the tides;
the path is yellow with petiole leaves
in the dew fields, the darkened orchards
in the brush of wind
looms.
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12 responses to “Orchards in the waves at dark.”
Beauty in ocean’s skeleton ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
I love that
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Thank you. ☺️
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😃you are welcome 🙏
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almost like a siren song. . . hypnotizing. . .
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Wow! Thank you so much.
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You’re welcome!
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Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard. Thanks for such beautiful words.
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Thank you. 😊
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I loved this!!! Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you so much!
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As Vincent said, I loved the beauty in the ocean’s skeleton line. And I loved ‘the rhythmic death by tides like lovers’ metaphor too much.
Beautifully written. Fantastic writing.
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Thank you so, so much.
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