In the Ocean of Life when a soul anchored
Rocks gently, touch the warm breeze
And search the homeland.
Life hides within its walls
And no way to cast off.
Though you see the smiling island at a distance
It's impossible to heave up the rusty anchor
As it stuck in the rock bottom.
If not the poor visibility
You could see the wreckage from the illusory shore.
The restless soul longing to have what once was, but can never quite be again. Beautifully composed.10/10. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your choice of words is always so expressive and unusual. The impact of this poem poetry is profound and most appealing. Such a homesick poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥