OCEAN
A STORM WiLL PASS
AND QUiET BEFORE THE STORM
MOViNG iN WAVES - SWELL AFTER SWELL
GROOViNG
A WASTELAND iN BLUE
RiPPLES, LAYiNG FLAT, ENDLESS
EYESiGHT'S CALMiNG HUE

A short lyrical impression about the ocean, infinity, and the yearning heart. This poem combined a cinquain and a haiku to something new.

Serie: [ SEELEN|TEXT.] straight from the heart.

W3|WEA'VE WRiTTEN WEEKLY|#213

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