Above them all
Lies the cloudy sad skies.
With little or no experience at all
They sailed the beautiful
Without any direction
In quest of freedom and dominion.
As cold, windy and frightening
As the nights were
They carried on sailing gigantic
Waves; swinging from left to right
Hoping to balance and reconcile
Their morbid fears with the final destination.
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