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And I still wait?

The ships that pass through the night,
Also await
Some bit of redemption
From the constant slaughter
Of the waves.

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  1. Lux G.October 3, 2014 at 10:11 PM

    Deep. That's another way of looking at waiting. Even the ships that look so at home on the oceans wait for rest from the waves. Good one!

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  2. Launna October 4, 2014 at 6:58 AM

    Rajesh... this is meaningful.. sometimes you need to wait, just for a while...

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  3. Loredana DonovanOctober 18, 2014 at 4:47 AM

    I love the metaphor & imagery here. Such deep meaning in a few lines :)

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