Friday, 30 March 2012

Farewell

Sails a wagon to a varied sea world

At the edge, it leaves a trail to follow

For the prints are deep, still there

Before the next waves sweep the shore hollow

Standing on the distant edge, in fear am I

Gazing at the sea, a beautiful sunset

Knowing the day would soon cry (My name)

Afraid of the depth, my legs go numb

Gazing upon those crystal feet,

Fear elopes at peace, seeking anum

Packed my bags, for I believe I can swim

Still uncertain what mystery lies before(me)

Dawn upon me, I walk up to the brim

Daring the depth, chasing golden galore.

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