Dark boats silhouetted sail along One bold winter moon shines Always bent in pure reflex those hands Move with the pacing breeze twisting Between ropes,yardarm and cloth deep woes gather In simple contours, babes and serpents,both...
Reason for writing:
Last winter I went sailing with friends at night.There was aperfect moon.Absolute stillness and the slightest of breezes to move us along.Almost perfect,heavenly,but there was a sense of something unsaid or undone,of a quiet lull before the storm,a great emptiness demanding answers...
Birth sign: Pisces
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