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Backpack, darkness, sea, and moon.
The freedom of travel, the long weary day.
Not sure where to go, finding my way.
I try for a rhyme, then I let it go.
I am on vacation.
The moon shines down on me like a lady
lighting my way
and the darkness around me
is absorbed into its soft light.
My backpack is not heavy
it rides the wave of my shoulders
like a small boat on the sea;
it follows me towards the horizon;
it stays close, like a friend.
I am the edge of the world.
Come and visit me
if you ever get the chance.
