A friend from across the sea cast her eyes to the far horizon, so gray, so green and so forlorn and saw that the sails upon my vessel were not all tattered and torn, but worthy for yet one more voyage into the morning sun, to be where I was meant to be. Who is the captain, and who the mate when both be born the same year? What do we fear? Wisdom has no relation to dates and the ocean waves determine our fates.
Welcome to the Authors Den. Will be looking for more of your work. Lisa