I see that lonely
sings at the beach
when the day is grey
and the sun retreats
to a warmer place
Monet lives in the water
painting broken blue skies
in morse code colours
an impression of heaven
in brushstrokes of wind
I see that lonely
sings at the beach
when the day is grey
and the sun retreats
to a warmer place
Monet lives in the water
painting broken blue skies
in morse code colours
an impression of heaven
in brushstrokes of wind