Cerulean tides above my head,
Serenity held high in her hand.
Shades of rose bow to her feet.
I always wonder why the rays of the sun could never drift below.
Now i know.
This sort of beauty is unparalleled by even the brightest of heat.
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Frogzter.
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D e m e n t i a . . First thing that came to me the instant i saw the picture.
Comments
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And that it is! Great take on the prompt. Thanks for entering and best wishes,
Frogz~ -
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