Cooling wind by the sea laced clouds
bereft of feelings lying naked
the olives so full so ripe so black on trees bending
By atma anna christ
Poetry
Cooling wind by the sea laced clouds
bereft of feelings lying naked
the olives so full so ripe so black on trees bending
By atma anna christ
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