Ever been here these days
With me,
I may have been flying,
even with my broken wings
Not to touch
the earth
Betrayed,
Much time not elapsed
Your foot prints
Still engraved
on the sand.
None lead me
But I lead
the Caravan
of my dreams
which still
haunt me
Waves had never returned
To kiss the shores,
Had there been
No Hope
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