West
to East.
Some
cosmetic arrangements,
Hide
the relevance of my journey.
Onwards,
Upwards,
From
safety on my side,
To
a world of adventure,
On
shores of a Baltic sea.
Angels
wait my feet to hear,
When
I arrive, drawing near.
The
baleful winds,
Gone
away in emotional heat,
As
I continue here,
To
follow my feet.
The
reason is anatomy,
Of
what I'd always love to see,
Something
there to set me free.
Remember
me,
I'm
living free,
When
eastern arms are holding me.
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