Raise the sail. Slip the knots that bind us to this place. cast us from the shore. Let the tides take us. Plot no course, see the compass spin,unchallenged. And surrender to the winds of fate. Let the spray of salted water sting our ruddy cheeks. Ride the waves, feel their evil discontent. Take all of natures ire, and face it down, For true tranquility lies beneath our fear. And if those fickle winds of fate deliver us safely back to shore, Then we'll sail no more, For we will have truly found our home.
Reason for writing:
This poem had a freedom of spirit about it that I am unable to capture in reality.
Birth sign: Gemini
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