drums of time
I sometimes imagine
sailing on a blue sailboat
southward along Africa
an albatross soaring above my head
the scent of cloves and vanilla in the air...
as I am approaching the shores
of legendary Zanzibar
I suddenly awaken painfully…
still it’s wonderful to dream
with eyes wide open
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