Merman & IrisSnow
Merman Merman
IrisSnow IrisSnow
Merman Merman
Hey Iris, ever think about how a storm at sea feels like a poem in motion, each wave a line that rushes into the night?
IrisSnow IrisSnow
Yes, I feel the storm as a poem that sings in waves, each one a verse that rushes into the night.
Merman Merman
You’ve got it right—every thunderclap is a drumroll, and the waves keep the rhyme going, like the sea’s own lullaby.