The shore is brushed by water
dark as midnight air
moonlight peeks within the waves
All is serene here
Not a soul does linger
and the space is wild and free
crickets sing in the underbrush
birds asleep in the trees
Far from the shore bubbles blossom
eyes emerge from below
scanning the world of sky and mist
reflecting lunar glow
In the distance something emerges
chopping waves in it’s wake
as the boat slashes through water
the eyes slip ‘neath its wake
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This weeks challenge update:
- Blog post 45/52 – Just seven left! Sounds lucky. 🙂
- Writing in the screenplay – Sigh…
- Drawing – And another sigh…
- Feet writing & drawing – Done.
Until tomorrow!
~Liv
