This sailor has not moved far or wild
Not travelled across the oceans
He sailed but in the wrong waters
He saw every gush ,every thunder
Skin cut with blood
Without a destination he sailed
Or did he?
Still would you call him
a sailor?
Enjoy, and give your thoughts let the comments be like a a literature class we see in english movies where each person share their views on the topic.
I'll straighten out the collar of your shirt while we talk
Will you then know the love I hold for you
I might put my head on your shoulder
And yours slowly shifting on top of mine
Your hand will hold my waist
In that moment I'd swirl with emotions
In the concave of love
Both sure of eachother
As if time waited for them
The wind shy
The sky in awe
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