It's Still Life

I.
I cling to colours, serenity of sky blue,
A scythe to shred clouds, and at night
I melt into dimness.

Written for Three Line Poetry (Ink in Thirds)

II.
I can smell the sea.
Eternity is in my heart,
inheriting salt maybe.
It is filling
that drifting part of me.

Written at the cottage

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