"Passage" Blood lies on the flower,And wind hits the face,And blows the souls of missing sailors,
To some unknown place. Gone is the sailor, who once rode the waves,To return to shore,in so
many grains. Caught by the undertow, Held by unseen hands, onto his "Passage" to Guide Heavenly masts to return to Shore in so manny grains onto his "Passage"

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i always liked sailors and pirates as child,i always thought i was a pirate in my other life