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A flat blue surface, Waves swing the boat. On the boat, sitting alone, Wanderer gets all soaked. His conveyance hits the shore, Cold grains under the feet. A kiss of the gentle breeze, Happy him, ties the cleat. The sand of a few steps, Headed to the dark woods. He froze and looked back, He lost all his goods. Trailed to the whispering leaves, Horrified and compelled. Birds chirping and a distant howl, He takes out his three-inch blade. Shivering hands, trembling knife, He sees a surface shine. Broken moon in the pond, A break would be fine. His thin legs march again, The broken moon joined together. A flickering yellow lamp, He found himself a shelter. His legs made it, the hope survived, Didn't bring any crates or a wife. He was empty-handed in the last, The wanderer only had his life.
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
The Wanderer
A flat blue surface, Waves swing the boat. On the boat, sitting alone, Wanderer gets all soaked. His conveyance hits the shore, Cold grains under the feet. A kiss of the gentle breeze, Happy him, ties the cleat. The sand of a few steps, Headed to the dark woods. He froze and looked back, He lost all his goods. Trailed to the whispering leaves, Horrified and compelled. Birds chirping and a distant howl, He takes out his three-inch blade. Shivering hands, trembling knife, He sees a surface shine. Broken moon in the pond, A break would be fine. His thin legs march again, The broken moon joined together. A flickering yellow lamp, He found himself a shelter. His legs made it, the hope survived, Didn't bring any crates or a wife. He was empty-handed in the last, The wanderer only had his life.
It's never about the end result We all have the same endings It's always about the journey
Yashkrit_Ray
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
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