In evening sunshine, silent comtemplating
I hear the seagulls crying far away
The sun draw patterns, flowing gold array
And gone is anything that’s frustrating
I sit and look on beautiful display
As night come crawling, daylight fading
So, lying down my golden signs, they may
Oh, merge within my dreams, I want to sing
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Evening poetry September 12 2012
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This also is lovely, and fits well with the photograph. Is this taken from your kayak?
It’s taken an evening by the seaside most likely while out kayaking.