ISLAND
This fear of limitless emotion.
Washes at the shore of my soul.
I fought a war for our love.
Raging like a storm on the face of time.
And now I fall like an island in the sea.
Alone and bare.
Washed by a tide, a poison of loneliness.
Never more to welcome the sun above.
I can only skim sad pebbled tears out to you.
There on the horizon.
That sight of hope, which will never land on my coast.
I glow, and diminish through this all.
Soon nothing but a shell.
That cannot even echo the sea.
Havoc and Consequence 
Evocative video Mark. Felt like an
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opps hit send accidentally….
Felt like an epilogue to your short story set on a tropical the island.
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Ah, i think i did these around the same time, so still the same vibes….tropical island breeze 🙂
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La isla bonita
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