Walking Dawn
A blog about life and its stories.
Friday, 26 December 2014
New Horizon
Far, far east
Guts, guts at least
Who can say
If we please our needs
One last breath
In an endless shower
One last glimpse
At a senseless hour
True ships, wild sea
New horizon, your worst fears
Come and sail with me
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