The Sea

The Sea

By Tessa Just Lapping, Hissing softly, Rising and falling. The boats float on it safely, Little white caps, Blue; green, Wet. Crashing, Roaring loudly, Tossing and sinking. A mind no man can control, Waves reaching high, Dark; stormy, Cold. Still, A whisper,...
A Day’s Art

A Day’s Art

By Adora Istrate A note. Chased by another. Harmonies drift to my ear, I’m craning my neck to hear more. I close my eyes. Color washes across my vision. Each streak, each picture, for each note, each chord. They dance together. Silence. My mind is an empty canvas....
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