The Harbor
Each boat has a story Rigged with its own character The harbor builds a mirage; The peaceful water Graced by a few playful ripples That mirror the sky The sky, distorted by soft waves As if confused by this safe haven Too good to be true Too heavenly The underworld beyond the breakwater; Its demonic winds with their machinations They call on the na…
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