the skyline melts by anelephantcant
the sky over the Med is blue but dull
knowing that evening will be here soon
the clouds race out on eastbound winds
and pass behind the too pale moon
the gentle beach is softly lapped by waves
like a princess by palm fronds fanned
the confused surf with low bowed head
disappears shyly ‘neath the sand
the air is sharp with cries of lonesome gulls
as they head towards the rock-faced cape
the skyline quivers slowly melts
as it forgets its daylight shape
her painful truth collapses my blind heart
my wild haired lover does not want me
memories squirm and slip through nerveless hands
black clad ghosts to always haunt me
anelephantcant 
(sigh) what can I say…..you write like I would love to paint.
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Oh, come on, Bon, you are way too modest.
But flattery gets you anywhere!
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Triste et superbe à la fois !
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Merci, Gys, UnElephant est content!
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Effective use of imagery here.
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Thanks, Carl, good to see you here.
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Superbe!
La nature fond dans le paysage intérieur.
Un des meilleurs je crois.
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Merci, Tout est à l’intérieur, non?
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Oui. Peut être la seule réalité.
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