Be my wind

Blow through my sails
Be stormy to me
I need to move
Out of this dead calm sea

I don’t need any harbor
Nor a comforting shelter
I rather need the danger
Of terrifying waves

Please shake my hull
And snatch my ropes
Be my powerful wind
I can’t wait any longer.

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