Sailing away from shores all alone

Angst, can’t she be wrong

The Moon lit the waves as the boat disappeared

Into the black of night

Winds of change; tides of the moon

Causing a way, where non

Making the storms: subside to commands

Providing safety from harm

Sailing away from shores all alone

Angst, can’t she be wrong

The Moon lit the waves as the boat disappeared

Into the black of night

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 Art by Bonnie