Searching for the shore

I am sailing troubled waters, simply looking for some sign of the shore.
My bow is broken, and my sails are tattered
My only guidance, the stars
Memories of smiles and warm summers seared on my mind
and longing for my lovers embrace
Will I run aground?
Will I taste the Earth’s ancient soil?
Will I dance again in the fields?

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