A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Adrift

Misty morning 
Mooring undone 
I drift. 
Wondering, wandering 
No pier in sight, and yet 
Yet, 
Breakers sound, in the distance 
As your call. 
Home. Harbour. A safe berth. I am born again.
2 August, 2011
Nonsensical yet… 🙂
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