A soft peachy dream of floating creatures that mesmerize one into a deep, deep sleep.
To sit and stare off into the void
flittering away one’s sorrows.
A softened scream
swallowed by the calm waters’ sweep.
What is on your mind Mr. Freud?
Raise a glass to the glistening tomorrows.
Categories: photography, poetry






Absolutely beautiful. I love your colors in this photo. Thanks for playing.
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