Drifting


All through the storm it quivers
its billowed sails a shiver,
a heart tho' frail, sees yonder—

Lying alone, cold, senseless
wide awake in the darkness
a soul finds rest in stillness...
“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise..”  ~Oscar Wilde

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