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Gedicht: The silence of the beach

The soft breeze guides my hair,
as it travels across the fields.
I look upon the waves,
as memories come and go.

A moment of silence,
As the orchestra turns the page.
Music only I can hear and delegate,
And only I should be able to control.

Boats that endlessly float along,
rising and falling as if the sea breaths.
An orange-red accent is the only color.
Softly, carefully, I smile along.

Over het gedicht:

A thought about silence, about a moment of nothing