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Anneleen Swillen
Shhhht,
look
through
my eyes
capturing
collecting
carrying
jewellery
moments
in my pocket
in an instant
always
at hand
snapshots
showing
a slice of the sky
far
soon
long gone
looking out of the window, into the sky,
longing, dreaming, gazing.
Looking at the earth, the water flows, hypnotises.
It’s beautiful,
isn’t it?
It is
just another pic of the clouds,
just another pic of the river.
Or, it might be something else.
It might be.
Or is it just me?
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