My jumped ships impassible, waiting for a storm that died out of wind long ago.
The hulls full of, empty of. Waves written in sand. The voices fled along with the moon dreams ago.
Night falls again. Maybe in the morning there'll be water. Maybe in the morning wind will come and kiss my sails.
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Excellent swan! I have to say i first read the last line as kiss my sailors! I thought only Swan could think of that! Sails or sailors – only Swan could think of that!
Cheers
Glenn
ah Glenn! only ME can kiss my sailors! I did hesitate to use “ago” like this, ending both lines. so I’m really glad you liked it. writing again soon?
Tremendously written and the picture is perfect. You should frame this for wall art. Serious.
Nicely done~
Chris: thank you very much.