Poem 5 (Hour 5) Qundeel



I dreamt, a dream about perfection

Without envy, malice and racial section


I have designed a boat of my life

On which I sail the thing I strive


All the natural elements praise me

Bounteous ocean, stars and birds on tree


My goal is shining behind the hills

I will manipulate all energy, tactics and skills


I am a rebel, can’t travel on another boat

Sail will be mine, that fate, I wrote.

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