The Sea

Her touch conveys an icy chill

Through her stinging, foamy spray,

While her thunderous waves rush to the shore,

Then gently roll away.

Her blue horizon meets the sky,

The end cannot be seen

While her salty fragrance fills the air

And floats upon the breeze.

- Patricia A. Fleming 

40x50cm, Acrylic on Linen, Australian Raw Oak Timber Shadowbox Frame, ready to hang

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