Along the quiet inlet
an old tall ship drifts forward,
its sails unfurling
like slow, deliberate breaths.
No voices rise from the deck,
no footsteps echo on the boards—
only the soft creak of wood
remembering journeys long past.
Mountains guard the horizon,
their shadows resting on the water.
Pines lean close,
whispering nothing to the passing wind.
Clouds drift in unhurried layers,
mirroring the ship’s steady grace,
each one a silent companion
on this forgotten voyage.
Alone, the vessel glides—
yet not alone.
Sea, sky, earth, and canvas
move as a single mind,
a moment of stillness
carried quietly across the tide.
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