Peaceful step.

Enough done,
Enough said.
This heart has,
well enough felt.
Time says to leave,
to let go of all.
These possessions,
these things.
These are what,
burden, what cling.

Life of peace,
sails in land,
unknown it is.
Yet, to find it,
my heart is wishful.
The sky that is blue,
grey, black, orange.
All colours of the sun,
my eyes extend to,
with my love and breathe.

To let the last sail,
towards peace,
yes, towards the place,
that belongs to me.
I long to reach,
my tree of wisdom.
I want to grow,
for myself, for the glory,
of my presence and this chance.
This chance, that I get,
to move on this land.
I long to reach,
the understanding.
Of who I am.

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