Sailor
There is no thread
to take me back
to the one I used to be...
Lost I remain
into the ocean of you;
pulled into the storm
by the waves and the winds...
I'm drunk by the flow
of the sounds
of one word:
your name.
to take me back
to the one I used to be...
Lost I remain
into the ocean of you;
pulled into the storm
by the waves and the winds...
I'm drunk by the flow
of the sounds
of one word:
your name.
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