Standing in the passing rain
high on a platform.
Flat land beyond me.
am I thinking about the deep horizon so far away
and the wide sea between
so I would have to swim for long
Island waving towards me
to take a rest on their beaches.
To get relaxed from all
Birds high above sailing in the white clouds
Are singing my melody of an untravelled way.
But accompanying me on my way
Through this dessert of water
From island to island .
Never reaching the promised horizon ?
The end or just another beginning of a new world to puzzle about.
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