Ocean waves

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book 15

Whispers of sound

     in the dark of night

that I can almost hear

     calling from far away

 

just outside

     so very close

whispers of stories

     once told to me

 

the lapping of wavelets

     and bumpers that rub

creaking of lines

     and distant gulls cry

 

as in times of old

     to answer the call

go down to the sea

     into the long ships

 

chilling air whispers

     calling to me

to take my bindle

     go down to the sea

 

old are those stories

     of things that were once

remember in darkness

     in stillness of night

 

 

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