Mom and I had a stormy ferry crossing, the sea was black, it looked almost solid not like water. Mom kept saying: ‘It’s like obsidian.’
Obsidian Sea
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poetry, word doodles and other writing stuff
poetry, word doodles and other writing stuff
Mom and I had a stormy ferry crossing, the sea was black, it looked almost solid not like water. Mom kept saying: ‘It’s like obsidian.’
Poetry by Nathalie 