Seed line: I will ride the bright Ocean/The wind in my sail . . .
Ride the bright ocean
Where the clouds split with sun
On a swift winging motion
The miles come undone
Unraveled like moon beams
Undone by the day
Soft cradled dark dreams
The sea slips away
Spin on whipped cream clouds
Above the bright blue
Wrap the day into dark shrouds
As the day breaks anew
Edwina Peterson Cross
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I may just have to play - I have been wanting to write something to go with some photo's that we took at the beach, with a storm coming while we were away - I think I have found a seed
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