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Description
beige prisms
glinting in the drowning
sun,
slipping past
the horizon line
of frothy pink
and saffron foam;

salmon-tinctured clouds
whisper on
through the night.
(do they wait
for the fickle Moon?)
they bide their time
on the crescent
of a sand dune,

in your dream,
in my hope,
in the wispy
strains of a sea chanty
we've all forgotten
the words
to.

Description
beige prisms
glinting in the drowning
sun,
slipping past
the horizon line
of frothy pink
and saffron foam;

salmon-tinctured clouds
whisper on
through the night.
(do they wait
for the fickle Moon?)
they bide their time
on the crescent
of a sand dune,

in your dream,
in my hope,
in the wispy
strains of a sea chanty
we've all forgotten
the words
to.