At Thirteen
I stood at harbour
searching with eyes towards west
I was thirteen
The sea was broad in all dimensions to me
It was a huge element, this water
And I longed to escape
I was childish, anyhow....
I learnt of life
longing and despair
One day I should go that west
where wind followed me aside
Copyright © Lis Lovén | Year Posted 2005
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