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A ship without oars…
The sails are torn..
The ship without oars is sunk…
And soon the sun is dark….
Feeling great sorrow….
Loneliness is coming….
And another tear is shed….
And the boat is given……
The moon is shining……
The sky is shaped……
The sorrow that rises from the heart is captured
The strings that are spent in separation are softened
The places that hurt with poetry are polished…..
And the water is washed away…
The river of God……
Sailing through loneliness
Is far away…
The comfort is far away
The thoughts are gone
The river is deeply disturbed
The thoughts are deeply shaken
The thoughts are drawn on the eyes
Every evening….
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
Well-wrought! The image of a boat lost at sea is an excellent symbol of the lost soul who wonders and wanders.
thank you for this story, very beautiful 🫶