Today. The wind. Disturbs the pace of the water and adds white to the turquoise of the sea, which arches, rambles, drifts to reach my mind which then calms down.
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#3066 poetry
It is not a question of isolating oneself
from the world but of simply
letting oneself drift
over the wave,
in time and thoughts, and why not the past,
all the stories will gladly let
themselves be revisited