It is my tired forgetful soul
It is my mind
With recent short-fall of memory
Which sees the horizon
But misses the sea
Soothed, by a meditation mantra
Uninhibited by the flashing light
Which signifies no internet connection
I have pastels
I have pen and ink
I have the Atlantic at my window
I have an old birthday card
Which was never sent
For it also had deeper meaning
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