Second wind, unexpected.
When youth seems to be
long time ago,
gone.
Borrowed time.
Drunk with thirst, no limit.
New sails, for this wind.
Praying for it to last.
Better, stronger that the first.
More intense.
A third, would I have?
My Travel Year: A Look Back and a Look Forward
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