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A poem about a young man's struggle to believe. |
| Awaken you are, to spy The white shade at the midnight sky, Colouring the dark less dark. For restless you are, feeling As upon a vigorous ocean you float, Defending your dream from the deep. When the dark bleu slowly claims a boat, Only certainty not to die a sheep, Even the lone wolf fights loneliness. Lost as only humans can be, We all carry silent scars to make up a map. Remember, a memento for courage and wisdom: Any harbour serves as a dangerous trap. If tomorrow is ever to come, I salute these silver stars, So be my guide for a golden sun. |