The Seaman tales
We live in a world two sided; the ocean blue and shore we see. Farr in the blues, hope seems faded. moments like feathers, comes at sea. Thought of the garden and the hugs along; The sticking smiles of yours, that left a trace, The hunting vow that you'll always see my face. Keep I fighting the tempest furlong. As the little ones ran to serve I a warm embrace, I held at heart the loss of a friend, But at smiles, my homecoming. If only they knew yester night story! I wonder how thankful, they'll all be!
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