Morning On The Seine 2
Sitting alone on the edge
Looking into the eyes of a reflected self
Listening to the birds chirp,
and feeling the wind sweep across your skin
Closed eyes, closed world
The excitement of our surroundings, is determined
By the limits of our imagination,
and the passion in our hearts
To live in the moment, when all is quiet
And to be quiet, when all is chaos.
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