Riding the Cresting Salt


GreenWave

Ride we the curled, cresting salt;

Cling to the back of a wing-ed horse;

Drift we through warm waters

Rotten with flowers,

Float we, on a phantom, on Hope

On Grace.

©Hemmingplay 2015

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