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Stories & Poems by Eugen
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Iceland Air
Read more...Islands of cloud shadow on the sea Criss cross con trials above the blue The music plays, and I ease back and sigh Tired and grey, but on a natural high In between space I am free Like the clouds between the sea and sky.
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White caps glimpsed through white clouds
Read more...Like clods of white earth the clouds flow in furrows above a wind whipped sea. Aloft, cocooned in our tube, we cannot feel the raw edge of nature below. How safe we feel; how beautiful it seems. We are just a glimpse to the ship struggling through the peaks and troughs below Like gods over our coffee, we absorb his whole world, just as background to our thoughts He may feel the danger but are we any safer ? Complacently sipping our drinks – at lunchtime – we float in our own little world. Waves do not move when you see them from above – as the ship shudders below. Cushioned by air – how fickle the flow sustained by our fires, cheating nature herself Apart from t...