Thursday

Whispers carried on the breeze
pass me by with hidden smiles.
The waves that rush and sweep past my feet
return once again to the sea.
The stars reflecting upon sapphire surface,
guided by moon we will sail.
Sail, sail where'er swans will lead us,
past mermaid cove and coral lands.
The ghosts be our company,
until we dreamily reach home once again.




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