Moonlight has banished an ocean of stars,
pouring molten silver across the water.
Murmuring waves remember a primal ocean,
write poetry in their foam,
erase the day from a busy beach.
A harsh breeze crashes across treetops
as if breaking on a coral reef
and distant sea-birds call evenings end,
sharp disembodied sentinels of the night.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The first evening of a glorious virtual holiday in the Azores. Enjoy!
We will be there all week — a poem a day to fly you away……
beautiful!!!! lovely picture☺️☺️☺️
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Thank you! The photo was taken on our first ever evening in the Azores, from our villa.
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ohhhh that’s interesting
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Really beautiful.
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