Blue again.
Don’t ask me why.
It’s just about sitting at beach, watching the sea and the sky, listening to the waves, philosophising, dreaming into infinity, sleeping away, waking up refreshed and energised.

It sounds
It rustles
It echoes
It reverberates
It sparkles
It smells
And becomes devoutly singing blue.
The blue fades to light.

Hans Arp: Singing Blue




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