Poetry · Writing Patterns November 8, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez Washed the tide clean peak ocean white before the sun’s tainted paws turn blue. Spectacles glare paused those amber rays clearer optics then l the new born ocean. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
