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.
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