Content
A full day for nothing,
Except to walk the endless
Miles of sand, to wash
Off my old hands,
To gaze into the broken
Horizon, as ships pass,
Journeys begun, just to watch,
Content like never before,
A bucket of wounds,
Far from lost but still unfound,
Coming to terms, how far
I have drifted, further and
Further off course, until
Finally I arrived by chance.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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