The Golden Horizon
Fading into the sunset,the sailboat goes onward
into the immense waters
held in the waves' grasp.
The wide sky is painted orange
and to the west is light.
The boat goes toward the bright sun,
it is the only map.
No, it is not lost there
surrounded by sea.
Rescue is not needed,
it is destiny.
Staring into the great sky
you reach peace.
You can discover something:
life's great mystery.
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