The smell of brine
gets in my skin
The wind remembers
us driving by the
curve of water,
to where happiness
implodes into
saline foam.
The night's net is
cast into rainy moonlight.
gets in my skin
The wind remembers
us driving by the
curve of water,
to where happiness
implodes into
saline foam.
The night's net is
cast into rainy moonlight.
Inspired in part by a Federico Fellini quote :
All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.
All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.
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