A sonnet to a leaving friend

Albatross
Steadily she approached circling alone like Albatross,
From the farthest sea , too deep too cold ,
Merry in behavior , in decision too bald ,
To the waste and naught land of crisis and loss ,
A candle in one hand , the other has a cross ,
Though no Albatross in the Euphrates she could find ,
Only owls and ravens and beasts of the kind .
In shambles everything was left no life no pulse ,
loudly shouted Albatross ," let s start again ,
For this land is sacred , holy and glorious ,
It s Prophets land and Abraham s strain ,
Though maltreated , proud is the people and glorious .
Unfortunately , The Albatross is leaving , no seas to remain ,
Farewell you unique bird , so obvious so mysterious .

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