At the Bay

Tall Ships

Southern sea ships
minus sails raise anchor
waiting for the right breeze
on circular drift

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Ice People

Blue Ice

An embrace would meld us
Thaw us and bind us
Rough edges would melt and seam together
Forever, we would be unable
To be apart
Forever, we would be unable
To find sole solace
So our frail hearts
Love with caution
So we, who shake
Love in fear