La Med
by night
dark
calm
sparkling in gentle moonlight
soft rivers of mercury
undulating
mysterious
while
fish
in splashes
of gleaming silver
dance
along the shoreline
by day
whipped
by the Mistral
racing eastwards
in choppy
white tipped
ridges
of flying spume
myriad colours
determined by depth
by shadow
by drifting cloud
perhaps
by nature’s palette
wild and magnificent
but
from the mountains
pure glass
shaded aquamarine
my heart
and soul
rejoice
in adoration
La Mer
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Oui.
Absolument ce qu’elle est.
C’est tres tres beau ce tableau que tu peins.
D’un doux va et vient
de vagues adorees.
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Makes me want to jump in 🙂
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