Sailboats in blue ocean waves
Swaying through stormy breeze
Dove sailing in that clear blue sky
Like a white silver jets.
Behind that white misty clouds
Was a hidden tiny walls
Covered with dark icy cubes
Is a sad, loner soul.
Teardrops from one soul's eyes
Flowing softly to the deep seas
As it washed pain and sorrows away
Like a cold stormy day.
(August 2,2015)
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