3510 Embroidered boat

If that light, brief
Single boat
Were embroidered
In a cloud
And not to the sea.

I could navigate
Other destinies
To reach the Valhalla
The lost Atlantis,
A New Jerusalem
The mythical Shangri-la.

But I have
In my inside
A matured
That for eternal times
It goes tangled
To your tremor.

Is heaviness in my plexus.

And I want
As a winged Daedalus
To arrive
Until the kingdom of the peace.

But I tend
To the folly
Of being
As embroidered boat
Not to the cloud, but to the sea.
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