Enchanting colours
Of blue, yellow and brown now
Emerge in surreal
Whirls, as the waves break briskly
On the often cold
And stormy beach. My senses
Are awakened by
These sumptuous sights and sounds,
As evening begins
To stir. Behind the clouds, stars
Begin to slowly drip,
Whilst the air is filled with dense
And salty mist. Yet
These sketchy impressions will
Soon cease, only to
Survive in this photograph.
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Wonderful poem and amazing Graphic.5 Stars full