these ships at sea
crawling
towards a new
port, an old port.
they plow
quietly
as memories do,
through the blue
plain of water,
more grey
in the distance.
they are so far
away and yet
so near. how
everything becomes
like that
over time.
crawling
towards a new
port, an old port.
they plow
quietly
as memories do,
through the blue
plain of water,
more grey
in the distance.
they are so far
away and yet
so near. how
everything becomes
like that
over time.
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