I know,
I can navigate,
On the ocean's quietness;
On these blue waters,
I only see your face,
Through dark waves;
The next shore is still afar,
From my reach,
And I swear that,
One day,
I will arrive there;
Many navigators aspire,
To swim in the ocean,
But they ignore,
How deep it is,
For it's unwise to get,
Rather than seeing;
And my soul is still finding,
His own reign,
But the Blindness still persists,
Like a sweet honey,
Ready to eat;
How much long,
Might I still wait,
For I realize,
About my way?
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
I know,
I can navigate,
On the ocean's quietness;
On these blue waters,
I only see your face,
Through dark waves;
The next shore is still afar,
From my reach,
And I swear that,
One day,
I will arrive there;
Many navigators aspire,
To swim in the ocean,
But they ignore,
How deep it is,
For it's unwise to get,
Rather than seeing;
And my soul is still finding,
His own reign,
But the Blindness still persists,
Like a sweet honey,
Ready to eat;
How much long,
Might I still wait,
For I realize,
About my way?
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