and the shore looked on quietly
at the drifting boat
once moored to her bosom,
while the boat nodded
to the fading shore
held by the dying waves,
and I wondered to myself -
who was attached
or detached
in all of this?
at the drifting boat
once moored to her bosom,
while the boat nodded
to the fading shore
held by the dying waves,
and I wondered to myself -
who was attached
or detached
in all of this?
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