Hôtels Rodzinne Nad Morzem

January Traces depicting

foam in the clouds and a horizon
cracking, including waves, light,
to make the sand
a brittle, icy glass darkly,
where wrecked.
key that blurs the atmosphere in the wind. Eyes parted
a world that is still there,
from a moment stopped. There is no course. Only the tide
and our voices silent.
Reflection on the floor.
The sudden glare and your statement;

"The sky blends into the sea."