Sunrays cut
greyish glass
stopping flood
in its path.
Sun-beams’ flash
builds an arch
making gash
with a knife’s touch
Blue has leaked
through the cut
Mood has peaked,
no more glut.
Giving hope
for hot days
that will scope
holidays,
on the beach
with white sand
to bewitch
with suntan.
With mystique
soft waves make
they will lick
my heartache.
Etude
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