Crushing contrast,
Lines everywhere,
Red lines of sun disperse,
Yellow lines with faint
Grays take over the skies,
As the sun sets and fades to night,
A wondrous place I used to dream of once,
Not that long ago,
The ocean is alive with creatures,
And my boat alone on it is lost,
The star to the north is hidden behind the darkest of clouds,
The moon's light is nowhere to be found,
Lines in the ocean as waves crash and move my boat,
The morning comes again,
To repeat the cycle.
What inspired this poem: #10 - Mark Rothko
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