Awaiting Sailor

A whistling, tidy river
Creates a tiny shiver
Through my spine. Deeper
Somewhere it goes.

I'm standing with my sail.
When Sun gets unveiled...
Why does the Earth avail
Wind more and more?

You may go away, go.
Clouds go, just go.
What life holds for me
I got to know!

You may blur and blur
Things, making it hard.
But I'm also a stubborn
And a free bird!

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