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anchored to the winds
beautiful spot where I am
zenith nadir spine
airborne beach patrol
lost meals are being rescued
second hand food chain
short and snappy wink
just behind the clouds again
of an orange sun
failed oven cooking
I don't even see any
other piece of cake
longing for the day
flourishing yellow, white, green
the blossoms, the bees
bank account of life
the amount of happiness
may cause a bank run
four meters below
sea level in case the dike
is not committed
love between the shores
currents between you and me
all together one
(c) Ronald Bottelier
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