Ocean Eyes

The day wraps the sea, shore, vast landscapes, blue skies and everything that gets attracted  to her  magnetic eye, in romanticized summer air that she breathes.

But how could she ever fall in love with the night? Her solitude stuck to her skin like winter. Just like her clock stopped at 11:11 every night. Wrapped in fabric she waited for the day to pour fire  across her skin. The night worked over time to keep her at that distance to see     stars swimming in a  dark ocean. Yet she clawed at the air like it was smoke during the night hoping someone would see her ocean eyes.



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