Tuesday, May 16, 2023

Horizon

 


Far, very far
sky bends down, to kiss the ocean
Fatigue Sun at day end
paints there beautiful
I paddle, paddle with my pen
reaching there, ambitious
Singing birds fly over me
light and happy
Where are they heading?
Are they too
in search of the horizon...

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