reblog:The Promise of Blue — Ancient Skies

On those days when the wind gets knocked out of me, I remember the sea. Pine trees swaying on the shoreline, with my sails full….I journey seeking the promise of blue, and the adventure of tomorrow. Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Promise of Blue — Ancient Skies

Published by Reensarai and her stories after

South Asian American lady and her legacy of creativity

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