an island of sanity

In my crazy ride in Egypt

you were an island of sanity.

Easy, open, fluent.

In my tramping days

you were a home to me.

Relaxed, generous, safe.

When I was sad, you cheered me up.

When I was happy, you made me happier.

Without seeing my dark side

you saved me from myself 

helped me heal my wounds

and restore the balance in my life.


Did I do the same?

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