Away from the sea
A sailor feels good as dead
So is true for his lover
Whom fate often parts
The sailor longs for the wind in his face
His lover waits for the warmth in his arms
One sunset the ship must forever rest
His lover eyes are on the next sunrise
A sailor feels good as dead
So is true for his lover
Whom fate often parts
The sailor longs for the wind in his face
His lover waits for the warmth in his arms
One sunset the ship must forever rest
His lover eyes are on the next sunrise
- हेरंब
Author of The Last Nomad
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