Whispered Love by Michael Escoubas I love the gentle whispers of wind in the harbor. I hear them, feel them, in your deft brushstrokes. They move the water the way a man walks beside the woman he loves in a thickness of confidence. This is the sweet smell of love; ships naked; their sails tucked in for bed. They seem content under a blue and white canopy. They model, in their tranquility, everything I long to be with my love beside me. After, Ships in a Harbor, by Claude Monet, painted in 1873.
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