Waves
How the waves,
touch the sky,
blues on the horizon,
seen with the,
naked eye
No divisions,
or torrent floods,
just flowing,
Sapphire ripples,
with bursts,
of Indigo that triple
© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
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