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Blue on blue.
Our ship caught between horizons.
The surface of the ocean moves and ripples,
like the skin of a tiger when it stretches;
leisurely movement revealing profound strength.
Dormant, threatening, beautiful.
Above me, our sails are stretched out
like arms, catching the wind.
Their gentle curves are our wings,
arching gracefully,
greeting the clouds.
Our ship caught between horizons.
The surface of the ocean moves and ripples,
like the skin of a tiger when it stretches;
leisurely movement revealing profound strength.
Dormant, threatening, beautiful.
Above me, our sails are stretched out
like arms, catching the wind.
Their gentle curves are our wings,
arching gracefully,
greeting the clouds.
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The gaff sails aren't quite right, I'm pretty sure. But anyway it's close enough, and I couldn't bother finding a picture of it.
The gaff sails aren't quite right, I'm pretty sure. But anyway it's close enough, and I couldn't bother finding a picture of it.
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wow beautiful poetry, and the drawing is nice too