The Traveler’s pause
Howl of purple rocks by a sunset song together calling a medley of waves.
~The ambiance of silent stones washing over my rest.
Behold the short whispers sleepy inside the quiet of the ship,
and dreams blend the moment with a serenade of new points.
It is the short view of a violet moon rising towards my helm. Arms heavy, gaze steady.
-El Optivion
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