Apr 2019
I sail on a boat
in the middle of sea,
sand and waves
calling to me,
skin unburnt
fights washed away,
as I say evening prayers,
to live another day.
in the middle of sea,
sand and waves
calling to me,
skin unburnt
fights washed away,
as I say evening prayers,
to live another day.
(21/Alive)
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