perpetual movment
searching for the lost
the feeling of solitude
flows through my veins
a crimson tide
solice.
prying a jaded man
slighted
preying on a tourtured mind
solace.
a crimson tide of
perpetual movement
searching
beyond a twisted path
the wind fills your sails
floatind towards a calm turbulent sea
with an anchor in tow
a life filled with promise
mends a tattered sail
but holds on strong
you will prevail
release yourself
and your anchor free
let the wind blow
to fill your sail
and set you
free
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