Green.
In endless shades. Burnt yellow. Washed emerald. Blushing blue. Breaking brown.
He sat there.
Slaps of bashful froth on silky rocks occasionally punctuated a creeping night. Hours following distant twinkles got lost in the black. Unseen, it crumpled soft in his palm. Just as always.
This night, however, would never end. Never again.
Ever.
exactly 55 :) thanks!
ReplyDelete@cactus: You are welcome :o)
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