Drifting over from the other side.
Creation of a vastness flying high.
Hues of blue that soon would liquefy.

Cloaked within a magic mystery.
The sun's rays broken in a sympathy
of light sunk in a prismed, misty sea.

Fresh breeze of salty scented air.
Waves rush to meet the shore and bare
the secrets hidden in its coves and lairs.

Clearing out the musty scent of man.
Healing the creatures of the land.
Implied within its ceaseless, cosmic span.

Within a rush of earthen sighs.
Drifting over from the other side.
In hues of blue that liquefied the light.

Earth's breath, the air.
The skies so fair -
they dared...

? Michaelette ?

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