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The driftwood
On those distant northern shores,
Where fern moss jungles
encountering the cold ocean,
There's a gray driftwood One of the great big ones
That now rests there and thinks for itself:
Where am I here?
How did I get here?
What all happened? Where did the waters take me? what have I seen?
Wasn't I once
So beautiful and strong,
So full of life, full of pride?
But now the wind has broken me Now I'm just old wood!
What am I rotten and bleached,
Overgrown by algae.
Washed out by salty spray!
But my core, my true self I'm not losing the wood!
And on these northern shores Where grey sky falls into the sea,
It's always full of storms there.
But today there are wafts of mist They soften everything around me
Now I'll rest here >br /> And dream softly,
than the tide change ball,
that new life sprouts from me
If only by moss infestation.
Where fern moss jungles
encountering the cold ocean,
There's a gray driftwood One of the great big ones
That now rests there and thinks for itself:
Where am I here?
How did I get here?
What all happened? Where did the waters take me? what have I seen?
Wasn't I once
So beautiful and strong,
So full of life, full of pride?
But now the wind has broken me Now I'm just old wood!
What am I rotten and bleached,
Overgrown by algae.
Washed out by salty spray!
But my core, my true self I'm not losing the wood!
And on these northern shores Where grey sky falls into the sea,
It's always full of storms there.
But today there are wafts of mist They soften everything around me
Now I'll rest here >br /> And dream softly,
than the tide change ball,
that new life sprouts from me
If only by moss infestation.
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