just like the sun, the
stars, the moon, the
words, a clover with
just three leaves, and
just like ocean:
y o u
a r e
b e a u t i f u l
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryQuinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is...
