Merged in a wash of blatant blue, Ocean and sky meet in a kiss, The seafarer surveys the view, Standing alone in private bliss That slopes down to a steep cliff’s edge, Scattered with feverfew and sedge, Where each brash dahlia tempts a bee. But a sailor cannot forget the sea: Like ships’ masts coming […]
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