What I was expecting has turned into desolation
Waiting for a long time
By Ray FayeNaPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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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
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


Comments (1)
You are very imaginative Oh