I am sky at a jetty pier
Violet wash of pink and blue
by today’s afternoon sun
My iris absorbs your beauty
I am ocean too
wild n free to move
The moleskin cover
Smooth touch on my finger
A reminder to go back there
Where your colours see me
And I them
Harmony rolls on the next wave
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