At the end of the day,
light dims and casts pastels
as clouds and strangers gather
with silent stories to tell.
Waves arrive in gentle hushes,
but the crowd is already inaudible,
souls bringing their bodies
as close to home as possible.
Man on the manmade,
sky and sea between,
lovingly embraced by
the Almighty unseen.
“Waves arrive in gentle hushes” love this phrase and the impact it makes, juxtaposed with humanity posed above the waves.
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Thank you. The moment/image impacted me quite deeply. Pun intended. Especially all walks of life together in hushed harmony, drawn by common awe.
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