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by on November 20, 2020
The Beckoning Sea The ghostly  sails of the ship Steer the vessel serenely on In the twilight that to the morning slips To the shore of the beckoning dawn. Its salty arms reaching the salty crests To pull it in where it finally rests. And the vessel embraces its home To end its star-driven journey  No more watery passages roam But the sand where its salty wake free.  Until the sea, again, enticingly beckons  And the shore's sandy arms let the vessel go For with the freedom o...
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