Sunday, June 14, 2015

Outside where the trees
Are rustling to a standstill
The only thing I see
Beyond them is the ocean.

It is intensely blue,
Flashing here and there,
And in its lazy wave
There is a sleepy sighing.

But neither I nor the ocean
Sleeps on this gentle day,
And it calms while it advances,
And I don't think and I'm thinking.

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