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Waves


Waves

From the deepest part of her ocean
she rushes in like waves
and disappears just as quickly.
Inundating the alchemical union
of souls with subtle conjuring,
a ritual of senses ignites
burning and drifting about the current.
Through breathing walls of water
and paper stars at midnight,
she rushes in like waves. 
🌿bh

Comments

Anonymous said…
Awestruck with your photography and you!
Anonymous said…
Your poetry is alluring. Your photography is superb.

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