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My last pic of the Crocus was absolutely making no justice to her so i hoped now to do so x)

Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iy4iQv…

behind the thick curtains of the rain a blurry silhouette of a sail ship started to show,
like an optical illusion that toys with one's mind, is there really someone heading out iof that waterfall from heaven?
Like led by a godly force she elegantly, steadily cut through the waves, resembling a horse galloping in snow.
As she silently battled the weather, her crew seemed just like a ghost, vanishing behind the mighty sails and lost in their duties.
Their black flags eaten by the dark clouds, one wouldn't even know who they would be dealing with. Besides the silencing
cries of the wind between the golden sun-lit ropes, only a call from her captain echoed along deck-
"Let her be in prime bloom"
The moment the last rain drop hit the surface, the foresail flagged down it's yard, fed by the wind, pulling the Crucus further out if the storm.
Oh the misleading offering of the flowers had been for many a bitter disappointment, that her cannons are only as charming as Lyo's short temper.

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The Crocus © by the Cursed Pirate
Ref: williamgmuller.com/images/pain…

Description
My last pic of the Crocus was absolutely making no justice to her so i hoped now to do so x)

Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iy4iQv…

behind the thick curtains of the rain a blurry silhouette of a sail ship started to show,
like an optical illusion that toys with one's mind, is there really someone heading out iof that waterfall from heaven?
Like led by a godly force she elegantly, steadily cut through the waves, resembling a horse galloping in snow.
As she silently battled the weather, her crew seemed just like a ghost, vanishing behind the mighty sails and lost in their duties.
Their black flags eaten by the dark clouds, one wouldn't even know who they would be dealing with. Besides the silencing
cries of the wind between the golden sun-lit ropes, only a call from her captain echoed along deck-
"Let her be in prime bloom"
The moment the last rain drop hit the surface, the foresail flagged down it's yard, fed by the wind, pulling the Crucus further out if the storm.
Oh the misleading offering of the flowers had been for many a bitter disappointment, that her cannons are only as charming as Lyo's short temper.

**********************************************

The Crocus © by the Cursed Pirate
Ref: williamgmuller.com/images/pain…