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Sep 23
1.
An endless sea,
sailing ships—
which to board?

Some sail to fortune,
some drift to storm.
I wait by the shore,
watching sails pass by.

2.
The wind moves me,
the storm pushes me,
the waves carry me
through an endless sea.

I would adjust my sails,
but I know no shore.
Written by
Varun
25
 
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