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On a bitter bank
On a bitter bank I admire uncertain
ships departing plowing the seeds
of the waves, and already singing
sailors hymns to the poor heavenly.
Outside of my invisible boundaries
I start slow walking between yet
and mists; contours fade and
unfamilar faces oppress the mind.
Subjugating the fate they challenge
in the depths marine creatures,
and I become sad companion
of gamble...
Sunday 2nd July 2017 9:40 am
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