These days not writing
sea and sand have been
paper pen and ink
clouds have been
and ink
wind
these four elements alone has made me grow
lines and shadows without ambition
the wind has been the master
and contemplation
clouds ineffable sea and sand
time since I have only to record the silence
waves and the murmur of sun tanned skin
in the eternal
was momentary and a second
eternity Nothing has been finally only
sound of silence and the scent of
absence of what once was
your reality so quickly 
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