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Soft on rocks,
Sitting on strands of silk strings,
Watching still.

At the till,
Stands a man of cotton sails,
Mothers son.

Horizon
Yellow over blue waters,
Rising still.

Waits on rocks,
Playing upon silver harp,
Soft in song.

Ocean blue,
Floating on blue waves rocking,
Bent in wind.

Ocean friend,
stormy or lingering calm,
always there.

Wind blown hair,
Curls fluttering like the sails,
Come undone.

Clear sky sun,
Warms and reddens salted skin,
Away from home.

On seas roam,
catching bounty for living,
singing songs.
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Gloom 99

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