In your quest to succeed,
Carry with you all you need,
Choose your own path and leave that trail,
For we all live in a haste and always at the edge.
As a pigeon fancier, I'll release you to the wind,
Should you return, so be it for I refuse to cling,
Till then I'll wait, by the seaside I'll wait,
In roaring waves and storms I'll wait,
For you are worth the wait.
@Vinceville
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