You meet her silent surface
deceptive calm enthralls her head is always swirling with tornadoes and brawls. You touch her beachy waves and the grainy sand that falls you'll never know if underneath its a tornado that sprawls. Kings, castles and dynasties stand safely behind the walls as the clock ticks and seconds fly comes a tornado that crawls.
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Hello from the Captain of this ship.This is our maiden voyage to the ocean of art. We are well equipped with pencils, pens and perceptions! Archives
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