Baskadia

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With tattered parts and pieces,

they patches each holes with the hope and spoken promises.

The fragments of the ship shall be connected once again,

to make the cruise float on the ocean's terrain.

At the dock they rested,

and on the unknown journey they got pasted;

hesitating whether to continue sailing,

or just crumble to the world's judgement and beating.

The ocean's full of unknown,

the things that yet to be accepted and known.

So on the shore, they anchored,

deciding to stop to go further the road.

But is this really the end of their journey?

No one knows for the future is yet to be told in a story.

But at that shore they're together,

surviving amidst obstacles that flows like a river.

In this poem I'll write,

my silent wish, respect and support.

May their ocean have a gentle wave,

so that the earned 'happy ending' they can pave.

Someday, I hope they'll sail freely,

effortlessly travelling together without fear and delay.

May the waves sided to their journeying drift,

and let them continue to sail, until they reach the conclusion they deserve to be felt.

—Eirlysss 💧