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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