I am searching for self in this vast of ocean of self.
I am a lone sailor in this small boat.
Huge tide came and hit my boat
It turn me upside down.
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vast of ocean of self Self is ocean when one is lonely. Poetry is a beautiful log that can take one to the shore. Nice poem.
I ran here and there aimlessly, In searching of self! My cry was heard by the log of tree dead floating, I had a grip on it, a nice poem for us a dedication on lonely ride along a boat
a nice draw of lonely ride I love the images used here I ran here and there aimlessly, In searching of self! My cry was heard by the log of tree dead floating, I had a grip on it, best wishes
In the vast ocean we must search where we are, good write, I like it.
Self Journey...... Great poem.