Photo by Almos Bechtold on Unsplash
Slowly, tilting with the tide,
I lay out on a tiny dory.
Lowering my fingers into ripples.
Endless seems the blue above,
Nary a cloud to be seen.
Closing my eyes, I push out a sigh,
Enjoy the gulls wheeling awry.
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Lark Hanshan
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