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What I was expecting has turned into desolation

Waiting for a long time

By Ray FayeNaPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
What I was expecting has turned into desolation
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What I was expecting has turned into desolation

Waiting for a long time

Let the empty flower baskets on the shore

Different people can act as different partners

My former hesitation

Turned into the freedom of sailing

With it, I was once elegant

In the most difficult time

I repeatedly wrote the word freedom in my logbook

It made me sad

Because it was not only my friend

I want nothing more from it

In the days of a drop in the sea

It occupies the world

The infinite openness of the sea

I stand in the center of the free azure

Admiring the great silence

And the receding sea and sky

And the most patient protagonist

But not me who is free

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Ray FayeNa

If to remember is to forget, I will not be remembering, if to forget is to remember, how close I am to forgetting

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  • Goldman Shyann3 years ago

    You are very imaginative Oh

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