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Saturday, 19 November 2016

[Poem] Dead Seamen

The shores were deserted 
In anticipation of a storm, 
Brewing in lands not too faraway 
Boats were rocking their phantom rowers. 

The seagulls' dulled cries 
Trembled the gentle rippling of the waves 
The lighthouse blinked unceremoniously 
And dead seamen came out to play.

Copyright © thearcticstar 2016

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