Pleasant is the day even when the land is coated in mist.
Mother wind howls such breeze to the father sea,
calling for its daughters to retreat.
The voyagers' flags of lions gold and burgundy griffins
flies at the celestial. Heavy rows of ships now
move against the currents, off to venture a place
we don't know.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Pleasant is the day even when the land is coated in mist.
Mother wind howls such breeze to the father sea,
calling for its daughters to retreat.
The voyagers' flags of lions gold and burgundy griffins
flies at the celestial. Heavy rows of ships now
move against the currents, off to venture a place
we don't know.
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