He wanted to leave the busy world

He wanted to leave the busy world,
He wanted to find the freedom,
And looked in impatience at the clock,
And felt it was time to move on.

He wanted to find the merry land
With happy people living.
But he was told that he was mad
For it, of course, wasn’t real.

He built a sailing vessel
And started for long journeys.
Till present days he’s out
In search of truthful and loving dream…




Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2008-08-07 at 10:17

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