MyArk
many a bark and boat leave the bay
But none goes my destined way
Then I come to understand
I must build my own ark by hand
Even if it’ll be a canoo or a raft
I’ll have my way, despite the draft
Even if I have to drift away
It is my destiny, as it may
I have nothing yet anything
What else, not even hope, shall I bring
Not even a dove
If there is still love
It may always come
Eventually at home
方舟
过尽千帆皆不是
于是，我只有
自己造一只船
哪怕是木排，独木舟
也是我的自由
即或是随波漂流
也是我自己的命途
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Author:
arobot (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2021 11:55
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Comments2
I like your words 🙂
there is hope, excavated from the overcome perils of life's stormy sea's infused within your insightful words, dear poet
a battle cry, willing us all to grab our own fate's and manifest our life's ark of introspection toiled: independence
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