Bobbing in boundless blue
Far from anything familiar
A slice of you the wanderer
I know , We are ONE not asunder.
On orange mango peel kayak
solitary from dawn to dark...
I row and row through waves strident
Stopping occasionally tired and silent...
I become the buoyancy
I become the sea
I become the blue sky
Till I become thee...
Far from anything familiar
A slice of you the wanderer
I know , We are ONE not asunder.
On orange mango peel kayak
solitary from dawn to dark...
I row and row through waves strident
Stopping occasionally tired and silent...
I become the buoyancy
I become the sea
I become the blue sky
Till I become thee...
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