The grace of the ocean reminds me of the answers that I was searching for, as the tides raised like mountains, calmed as the depths took shore, never pretending.
What is the essence of sharing when reaching, when rain washes away like a hurricane that rinses away all the residue? I cannot sit here knowing everything is saying, gushing like a wave, and I cannot stop the flow of emotions.
It felt like unfinished business, and we hold tight to the precious moments; the moisture of the love felt like chills running down my back after ocean waves splashed with radiance and suspense that caress the depths on my skin.
Yes, it was unfinished business; there’s not enough shot of whisky or rum to remedy the feeling of heartbreak.
As I sit here sipping on this shot of whisky, it reminded me of the waves’ silkiness, which left me with unwarranted tattoos on my body. The piano keys were ringing from the sand that overshadowed your mercy.
Simplistic like the divine but melliferous like the stardust of the heavens. Passionate and simply profound like the mystic of the ocean glow in the summer time.
The implication of the rose is the new high, fearless as a soldier. Ocean waves that give the provision and never shed a tear but embrace the love and courage it provides.
May we touch and rejuvenate as the ocean waves reunite us again on the full moon.
Divinely yours,
Starlight Bliss
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Good morning , this was beautifully written.
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