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Guided by light, through the misty night
A ship finds its way, across the ocean
Bobbing in the sea, it remains a mystery
How it was brought here, on waves of motion
Or perhaps it’s the moon, makes sailors swoon
Unaware are they, of her alluring beams
Closer they come, until they are numb
Alas, all is not really what it seems
Still, the ship heads in, from where its been
Sails folded, as she glides toward shore
A crash, tis a sight, though try as they might
They can save themselves, nevermore
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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A darkness hides behind your words, Dorinda. Finished off with a last line very reminiscent of Poe…
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My darkness often comes out when I am tired, which I was when I wrote this. Glad it worked! 🙂 thanks so much for sharing! ❤
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My muse has dark periods, and comes up with what I regard as good stuff too. Personally though, I seem to write bettelue…
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Ok I give. What is bettelue?
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Sorry about that. My pc thinks it can join in, that was supposed to read, ‘better when I’m blue.’
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OH!! that I understand! I agree. Sadness will bring out darkness. Some of my best writings come from that. Now smile. That’s an order! 😀
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I’m smiling! XX
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Great story told here! I love it
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Thank you very much! 😊
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Absolutely 😊
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