Sails

Like a boat abandoned in the middle of the ocean,

we aren’t able to see.

What we are sailing,

when we try to flee.

 

Like the inspiration running down the streams,

of the perfect illusion,

of perfect dreams.

 

A surrealist painting,

handling salt.

Driven by the wind,

with a landscape full of bittersweet.

 

Now, looking at the ocean,

and its foamy surface.

I look through a mirror

with it’s same purpose.

 

Don’t give up.

Look at the thousand ships around you,

waiting to set sail,

waiting to be tamed.

sails

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Sail

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