Pause along the way

How many things are carried on the voice
How many words spell out something new
All the subtleties going on and on
Day by day I make my move
Move me back to the simplicity of
The sky of blue
The burnt orange sun that sets
The cool gentle breeze blown across my face
The wind swept sand with no footprints to be found
The sound of crashing waves upon the shore
The gulls that glide upon the winds
The beauty within all beauty always there to be seen
As long as I pause along the way


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