On the waves, high and low,
the tide does not come on time,
the shores are washed off by the
unknown,
the is not the direction of
the sail,
the blow may wreck the ship too bad,
I have no reasons to not to sail,
through the storm, that I may see,
far beyond the horizon you find
the Sun,
that gleams to glitter the savoury
ocean,
the golden waters are not a
mirage,
those golden waters my life can’t
drink,
life needs water not to live,
to wash away the dirt of the
aghast past,
though we sail with a hail’y
heart,
can the weak ever defeat the
strong?
not to win, not to triumph,
to live the life of zest atlast!
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