ColorChallenge - Orange Tuesday Sea Sunset

Shadow of a bird Above the late beaches descending, Run, like a naughty boy, a breeze Sand memories are rotting again, I already feel a word of convalescence, The sun is slowly wrapped in a cloud shirt. Every wave is getting colder. Shadow of a bird from the seashore float, Like a soul of a lone sailor sailor. Who will try to stop her now? Her is the strong blue sea, Her way will draw the stars ... Beach finds every wave