In the tiny boat, with oars and a sail,
he moves about on the infinit ocean.
Above the sun burns ruthlessly or the thunder roars,
below the sharks are circling in his track.
Where the wind, the currents, the tempests
will push him he knows nothing about.
His interior mind is a vast ocean,
where his thoughts are like flocks of dolphins.
Maybe he is a soul, a soul with another life,
but this one to be destined by the others.
2 år sedan
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