The waves rolling round,
in wild curls, steady and flat --
is the horizon.
De golven rollen,
Die Wellen rollen
rond in wilde krullen, strak --
rund in wilden Locken, flach --
blijft de horizon.
bleibt der Horizont.
Poem H0612
Amsterdam, 2013-10-07
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Perception: observation
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