Saturday, March 11, 2017

The Boats

She pops up from hazy past
to sail deep inside my soul.
She unfurls my rustic mast -
waves of emotions unroll.
Long, mysterious ocean,
and we are beyond our prime.
We seek no destination,
and let voyage blur the time.
We waltz and wander afloat.
And I wish we see no port.

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