and in a fit of sanity
put it to dry in the sun,
want it to be by the sea.
Far from bricks and cement, asphalt
flavored
hurry and concrete roads.
And free at last, quiet
on that huge blue mirror, see
sail forever as a
old sailboat that lost its captain.
always ship many seas, broken mast
gull and heart ...
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