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written by: J. G. Elas



The heart of whom
I long for exists
far beyond my
own shores.

He was the one I
dreamed about,
the one who I
never met at all.

It wasn’t til my sails
moved to and fro,
354 miles, that I
learned the sound
of his name.

My eyes met his
the first time;
I’m never the
same again.

J. G. Elas

J. G. Elas

J. G. Elas is a writer and online content contributor and has authored an autobiographical book that narrates the life of an INFP in his early twenties. He blogs based on experiences and would highlight the fragility and tentativeness of some of the relationships he’s been in to.
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