Now, Voyager
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1 min readMar 17, 2018
It is almost cruel
How they look at you:
Cold, indifferent,
Yet steady,
With an unblinking assurance
And stubborn perseverance.
She finds them lovely,
Romantic and so forth;
So how utterly lucky
Would be the one
To hold the bouquet of those
Silent observers
With his bare hands…
