The sound of apricity
Churchill's voice drowned, while rejoicing ranks of white horses
with sinewy pride pranced toward the deserted beach;
her smile took hold of them and immerse itself in their briny gleam;
then, guided by two pearls of wintry lark, they hailed for the
bewitching great beyond...
her heartbeat and the rustling murmur
of rolling waves in pure synchronicity, hers though lingers in
remembrance: like crystalline drops falling from some height,
where ice shivers from the touch of a warm breeze...
with sinewy pride pranced toward the deserted beach;
her smile took hold of them and immerse itself in their briny gleam;
then, guided by two pearls of wintry lark, they hailed for the
bewitching great beyond...
her heartbeat and the rustling murmur
of rolling waves in pure synchronicity, hers though lingers in
remembrance: like crystalline drops falling from some height,
where ice shivers from the touch of a warm breeze...
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