on Sundays I would close my eyes
I would looking at
the clouds in the blue sky
I would learning the coldness of the water
and of the wet sand
that stuck under my feet
I would discover things
which had always been there

on Sundays I would close my eyes
I would looking at
the clouds in the blue sky
I would learning the coldness of the water
and of the wet sand
that stuck under my feet
I would discover things
which had always been there