Goodbye to Bad Things
As the eastern sky grew darker,
I wondered if sailing west
would make my daylight
last longer...
So
I turned my vessel around,
I faced the blue,
the wind filled my sales,
and I chased the sun like a lifelong dream...
I didn't look back...
Not ever...
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