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“One has to tiptoe lightly and steal up to one’s quarry; you don’t swish the water when you are fishing.” ~Cartier-Bresson

A Solitary Sailor

Those days, they were dark, Those nights - often cold, Soon it began to rain, Never did it stop again. There was flood, Water, water, everywhere, And I know not how, I was able to survive. There was blood, Dead bodies, floating, everywhere, And I know not how, I am still able to breathe. Over the horizon a faint ray, First few sparkles of sunlight, No soul to be seen near my boat, For everybody is long dead. And I keep floating alone, Boat aimlessly wandering, Here, there, somewhere, I have nowhere to sail to, Does anybody out there, Want to sail too? I want to breathe, In the open air, Does anybody out there, Want to breathe too? - Pavan