For a text, it must be dead For the sand, it has no end For the soul, that must be awesome The pinkish flower will always blossom Your destination is still the ocean For the sailing let your heart be your notion And you must be cautious To the wind which takes no prisoner To the storms that will place you apart from your lover Never beg, as they will always hammer If you made it through Then you are a breakthrough Do not stop until you land Till you satisfy your demand The scent will always be there to follow Till you meet your flowering fellow This photo was an inspiration for me to write the poem. I am in the beginning, I admit. But, I promise more progress will be seen as I proceed.