Sometimes, loneliness gather’s up inside me until I am tortured beyond my own imagination. This sadness lives while I feel as if I am dying.

Sometimes, loneliness gather’s up inside me until I am tortured beyond my own imagination. This sadness lives while I feel as if I am dying.

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FROM THE SHORE ~ Carl Sandburg 
A lone gray bird,Dim-dipping, far-flying,Alone in the shadows and grandeur’s and tumultsOf night and the seaAnd the stars and storms.
 
Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,Out into the gloom it swings and batters,Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,Out into the pit of a great black world,Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown,Love of mist and rapture of flight,Glories of chance and hazards of deathOn its eager and palpitant wings.
 
Out into the deep of the great dark world,Beyond the long borders where foam and driftOf the sundering waves are lost and goneOn the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.

FROM THE SHORE ~ Carl Sandburg 

A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,
Alone in the shadows and grandeur’s and tumults
Of night and the sea
And the stars and storms.

 

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,
Out into the gloom it swings and batters,
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,
Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown,
Love of mist and rapture of flight,
Glories of chance and hazards of death
On its eager and palpitant wings.

 

Out into the deep of the great dark world,
Beyond the long borders where foam and drift
Of the sundering waves are lost and gone
On the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.

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“We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.” 
― Dejan Stojanovic

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