We woke early for the sunrise–to say goodbye.
But the world was bitter at our leaving.
And the sun refused to show its face.
The sky wept over us while the waves spat angrily at our feet.
We woke early for the sunrise–to say goodbye.
But the world was bitter at our leaving.
And the sun refused to show its face.
The sky wept over us while the waves spat angrily at our feet.
Snapshots of a Traveler's Life 