Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "10"
Ilya Repin
Betwixt between the sun and the sea, and licked by the salt of memory. Like an earworm ringing in her head, something other than her mirror was beckoning her into the green of the water. But the warm waves were saddened by something other than her, so she stood immobile with the frothy ocean lapping at her feet. Turned slightly sideways, she stood still like words yet to be written down and soon to be forgotten.
