The night
peeps
through the porthole
slit
in the folding
horizon,
asks to the retiring
ocean,
« can you see
the music » ?
And the broken
day turning
gold, seeps
away
in the sand.
________________
Photo : Doreen Dee
The night
peeps
through the porthole
slit
in the folding
horizon,
asks to the retiring
ocean,
« can you see
the music » ?
And the broken
day turning
gold, seeps
away
in the sand.
________________
Photo : Doreen Dee