Interim

For the love of the sea says I,

rolling waves testing time.

Drift afar to who knows where,

dare we not capture a stare.

Queer we be in the land of not,

feted to start later forgot.

Long the voyage aged laid rest,

treasure abets at end no less.

 

 


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