I'm sailing

by Deanna Lupin

Last piece of deppresive art from Tonks. She finally realized that it has no sense to sit somewhere she doesn't feel comfortable in, and left. Without any thought. WIthout any Ginny to accompany her. And sorry for any mistakes, I'm not a native speaker.

I'm sailing

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Slide, slide, my little boat of fate,

move, move forward and do not hesitate

to cross, cross the wide ocean,

over floating with sharks.

Sail, sail, 'cause the motion

won't make my poor soul dark.

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