The direction the wind leads
It moves
without hope
The waves make it unusual
The stars look and feel
Lanterns do not give
Any direction
Sea comes out of the platform
Like tears from the soul
Through memories
An isolated bird
Sits on the stem
Sings a sorrowful song
The coast is
Just distant dream
Nobody waits for it
It is in meditation of solitude
Life is a tiny boat
Which lost its paddle
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