Provenance
Walking unto the pier's edge gazing silently at Salvia's sea...
Stirring waters, churning deep within my Spirit; crashing waves
Transcending this flesh the world her sky these coiled clouds as time.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
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