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Out At Sea

A lost soul out at sea
Searching for what could make her happy
She search on for days and years
Trying to rid herself of the tears
She battles storms
Her sails remain strong
She’s out at sea
Looking for a way to be free

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Wooden Ships

wooden ships float in the air

not in the deep green sea

where they are supposed to be

but high up, all the way up there

 

stiff sails, some are broken and mangled

gigantic mast holding it all as one

as the wave of clouds are here then gone

between the seaweeds green, they are tangled

 

wooden ships, I saw them leave

slowly, steadily, they went away

out of the edge into the bay

the fishermen struggled and heaved

 

they fly away into the sunrise, to the moon and beyond

out across the horizon, its silhouette forms

engulfed by the upcoming storm

rippling its reflection in the pond

 

wooden ships fly now towards home

rest easy and weigh anchor to port

let it reach the shore, make sure the ropes not all too short

you need not continue to roam