With Pastels In Hand
With pastels in hand,
I paint the life of the sea...
in sunny Capri.
Giant Cyclops settled here,
and fishermen still fear them...
legends become real.
Mermaids sing with lyre,
luring them in your cold deep...
as images appear.
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