Poem: White Sails
White sails...
on silver water...
Red kite...
rising up to the blue sky...
My soul...
is still today...
My wounds...
casting only the short shadow...
of the willow tree...
at midday..............
My journey as a "student of life" and an artist, with room for the playful or downright silly, in my world, locally or globally.
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