"I gazed at the sea, at the spread of it,
the rolling crests of it raked by the wind,
becoming like bits of lace tossed in the air.
I stood in the long whispering night, waiting for something,
a sign, the approach of a distant light,
and I imagined you coming closer"
Black Sea
Mark Strand
Image-Her Silent Silhouette by `arcipello
the rolling crests of it raked by the wind,
becoming like bits of lace tossed in the air.
I stood in the long whispering night, waiting for something,
a sign, the approach of a distant light,
and I imagined you coming closer"
Black Sea
Mark Strand
Image-Her Silent Silhouette by `arcipello
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