A Sailor

One day I see a Sailor
Whose shoes are shabby.
At that point, my heart gets melt
And, I forget to control everything.
Then, he talks to me that
Everyday he sees a dream
Never change his mind
Never leave the work
That’s part of this life
He doesn’t care much
His eyes sparkle when he goes to sail
He talks so fast and never going to
I try to meet him in December.
When he comes for the Christmas.
His eyes are more deeper blue.
His face covers with brown coloured hair.
He says all the past memories
In just few words, before he goes back.
Nothing can make a Sailor more happily
Then telling about the story of his

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