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Wednesday, 22 June 2016

Poem: Of Sails and Silence

Earth, wind, fire, water, 
Set the sails forever; 
Crossing territories forbidden, 
Ashes of memories strewn; 
Into arms of the breezes, 
The Moon overhead, watches. 

The lone ship is laden, 
With merry-makers all drunken; 
I stand tall on the ship's bow, 
Looking over great sights below; 
I am being pelted by your shards, 
Of silence; stabbing me so sharp. 

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