Out of the “Blue”

O’er the tranquil waters I float, abrupt a gentle wake, my mate passing by nudges me, from my dull slumber awake. Moored to the pier I watch envious, him off on a trip downstream, whither my oarsman he’s away so long, leaving me tethered to dream. Ripples of wind on the placid waters, lure me … Continue reading Out of the “Blue”

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