Nightfall with Boats

The boat swings its anchor

The wind is nearly calm

Mist drapes the low shore

A gauzy radiant balm

The river flows fast

To the seam of sea and sky

Embroidered with silhouettes of masts

And echoes of seagull’s cries

The curving sun sinks low

Dusk falls upon the stream

A thousand lights begin to glow

A lighthouse casts its beam

On the estuary’s beaches

Salty wavelets break

Above the upper reaches

The city comes awake

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