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the honey dew full moon on the sky and the silhoutte of the distant ship sailing on the horizon,...
and this inevitable journey filled with emotion....
the trance of the alcohol .... and the sailor playing the lyre...
the far away horizon where the silent water meets the faint blue sky...
where the cool breeze runs through my hair .... where the mositure of the sea
water touches my skin.............
the dream of a distant land .... and the the joy to write to her ...
how this night feels extraordinary than rest of which i had
with the illusion of her face right infront of me ...........
and a mixed feeling of life & death ...... fatigue & hope...
seven years in sea and how is she? seven years in sea what has she become now?
does she remembers me the same as i do?
the oblivion's curse making me forget her face
all that is left of her is a sketch and an unknown presence by my side
the scent of the blue jasmine and the blue sky beholded in my eyes
the dew drops on my eye lash and the journey continues
in search of a distant land....
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