came the great golden wanderer,
gasping for chances and little pride,
it took the vessel full of undeniable hopes,
to regain infamy by Lord on its side,
as the moon sank,
behind the crooked mountain,
tidal sea rises upon the shore,
crashes all the sand and twigs,
and left none to look for.
by the time sun climbed the mountain,
the wanderer cast from the core,
greeted by lovely touch of wind,
the only touch that it’ll adore,
“lovely land, oh lovely land”,
“thy beauty pierced my little heart”,
“as I looked upon thee with pleasure.”,
“never have I sought such serenity”,
“shall I meet thee again!”,
babbled the wanderer with thousand smiles.
At the end of the memorable day,
the wanderer shall not forget,
the taste of sweet air of land,
the sound of magnificent canzonet,
and the pure crystal sand.
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