The wind strikes from the sea.
There is a cold from our side.
Windows come to the north.
We want to overcome the distance,
to jump out on sails.
The big blue is opening for us.
We fall down pale with the breeze under our shirts.
Time was working against our will.
Slowly
we are landing
in this big jump out from overworking.
The seagulls are laughing at us with yellow beaks.
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC
The wind strikes from the sea.
There is a cold from our side.
Windows come to the north.
We want to overcome the distance,
to jump out on sails.
The big blue is opening for us.
We fall down pale with the breeze under our shirts.
Time was working against our will.
Slowly
we are landing
in this big jump out from overworking.
The seagulls are laughing at us with yellow beaks.
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