Life Boat

when i am sailing alone
life is drab struggle for survival

if you look at me from the shore
perhaps i can row with some hope

if you join me on my boat
I may need nothing more

if you smiled sitting opposite at me
it’ll become a flight of fantasy

with your hand on my tired shoulders
life will turn into a space without border

but if you pick up the sail and row with me…

umm, sorry; writer’s block
can’t imagine that far!

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