Horizon is the name where the home for elders is situated near by the Tattoo river, besides you could see the range of singing mountains.
When the passing clouds touch the peak you could hear the melancholy songs.
The old bearded sailor sits on a bench and takes out his miniature compass from his baggy pocket and search the true north, where he suspects the loved ones and kith & kin live there.
The eldest son does a research of Anthropology in a reputed University
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very picturesque. i love the berserk sailor, who is not? thanks.md
Mood, imagination, and music come together in these elegiac lines to produce an exceptional poem. The words of the old sailor echoes long after his voice fades into the sunset. 10, for you my poet friend. Warm regads, Sandra