The waves run
like restive horses
on the stormy sea
until they get ashore
and break on the rocks.
Such are our dreams
if dreams remain.
And we …
we
shaken as waves
slapped as rocks
restless as the wind
sink
like water in the sand
but like the sea
we are ready to start again
because there's no sea
without storms
because there are no men
without dreams.

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