Watching a tired
sun slip into the sea,
I expect music.
Arvo Part perhaps,
Fur Alina, but the
silence is more, more
profound. Broken
by a laughing sea gull
on a shuttered balcony.
Ronnie Smith©️March 2021
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Random thoughts, essays and poems about the first things that roll into my head. No fighting.
Through a Mindful Lense 