Salt Stories

Playful bright pinks and soft pastel blues,Tangerine sherbet on the horizon infuseA palette of evening huesWhich your heart and soul embrace with delight,The majestic display of the eventide light.Watching a consumed sun cast its last dying raysIgniting cloud wisps in an empyrean blaze,A final act of the day,That washes gold sunlight so warm on your skinThat you eagerly relish it like a covetous sin.As you lie on soft san...