My lonely
boat slips there
As hope,
suddenly the breeze
It blows
out the candles on one breath
But as a
remembrance, only, remains
The force
that moved it at that moment
My boat
remains slowly roving
While my
pain multiplies
Oh, path
without end, extensive road
That I rail
on the moonlit mirror
Of waters: Haven’t
I trod you too much?
Tell me
while I beat this distance
(And
sometimes, I think I’m late):
When I’ll
finally find my quay?
11/21/2010
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