Venice Parking Lot 

These mystics are translating god
Through cloud formations that
Float angelic over the ocean
But I think the colors of the sunrise
And the coolness that echoes
Across the morning sand is equally
Ripe for interpretation
Withholding our own signs from
The making

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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