Tides

Tides 

Aqua blue seeps into golden glow.

Moving mist –

shifting with ghostly figures –

repelling and blending.

Breaking into fresh,

breezy,

clear,

sparkling air.

Hippopotomus mouth open –

releasing,

singing,

fleeting bird –

soaring and lumbering together.

Sparkling,

glittering,

smoldering.

 Shared by Susan Ceely-Phillips

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