We met on a frozen shore.
Now,
we don’t see the sea anymore.
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We met on a frozen shore.
Now,
we don’t see the sea anymore.
Anchored to the shore,
sitting still and afraid to swim for the horizon.
Out there in the blue,
there is a place for everyone out in the blue.
Remaining anchored to the shore,
never seeing and feeling the differences.
Here there is no growth,
so courageously, you pull up the anchor.
Free, you start to swim,
the feeling of freedom and exploration.