The sail has been set
and all directions towards forth.
Unknown navigation, but I’ll guess north
Sailing for weeks, still all I see is wet
Longing for something dry,
Feeling the absence of home.
The next mirage giving hopes to some
Further we got till all hopes die.
ALAS, there is a shout “I see land”
Souls jumping out of bodies in expressions of joy.
Some stay hidden, not to be part of a toy
Till they see the crowd with each one raising their hand.
By ErinAyoMi
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