His reckless soul ship heads towards you
And he imagines a faint light flickers afar
But he cannot stop his engines
As his adamant destiny has written to hit the rock
And finish the voyage.
*My poor deceased mom reminds me in my frequent dreams about the cruel destiny; 'That cannot be erased my dear son.'
My sad tears flow down the face into the ocean of 9/11 innocent victims and their families.
nimal dunuhinga
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