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The silence sipping

Instants cradling themselves

between one word and another

it’s a carousel to open sea

without belts and protections

freeing inebriated truths

burning in the sun nakedly

piercing waves freshly

penetrating eyes clearly

not needing noise

decorating air with blue writings

hoping to reach

that peak unhurriedly