Idea of South

Perfect isolation
Remote island
Siberia
Laying in decades

Till the sky turns grey
Longing returns
Find another way
Return past forty

Cold water bathing
Shoreline waving
In and out
Under me

Waves bellowing
Come to me

I would fly over
Land and sea
To dwell
With you

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