Whisper silent words of laughter
to the faces that surround. From
warm touch of hand to cold drop
of eyes, let mirth embrace the ships
of scorn. We travel on the sea of
confusion seeking any old port to
attach ourselves to. In this way we
highlight our loneliness; create our
space on the sea. Echo strong
thoughts of survival as the roar of
the waves crash into smiling face.
Ancient dreams of solitude escape
from the heart and we are begging
the birds to stop their cackling tones.
A cavern beckons to the frustrated
horizons of despair. Let salt and sand
merge together to correct the falling
of pride. Hot streaming sun insists on
sweating out trips of rainbowed doom.
In hope, we cross the sea of adventure
until we arrive at our happiness. Whisper
sounds of arrival, we are laughing and free.
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Vive le Quebec libre!