The November clouds,
Nights, days overcast.
Thoughts thought out loud,
Mind never rests.
The sailboat sailing
While the winds allow.
The albatross fishing
From north to south.
Changes in the soul,
Some come swiftly;
Though unknown,
Embrace them gently.
The heart has a compass
Hidden in the stars;
The past shall pass
So today starts.
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