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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Sun Apr 19, 2009 10:15 pm
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Left to die a slow death on a South China Sea beach,
<br />the old ships' beam protruded from the sand.
<br />Tides would tease it with freedom,
<br />lapping the boards with its' salty brine,
<br />only to dash its' hopes as the waters ebbed.
<br />Year after year, its anguish went on,
<br />seeking refuge upon the great sea
<br />yet dying a slow death in its' desertion.
<br />I returned a few years ago.
<br />Never thought I would.
<br />The old ship was my first thought arriving.
<br />It represented my own struggles in the war.
<br />But now it was gone,
<br />and I alone, to recall it.
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Posted by N_i_C_o_L_e on Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:35 pm
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I felt calmed by this. There was a certain peace that exuded from your words. I love the contrast of something dying/dead to the ocean, which is ever-changing and full of life. Maybe not even contrast, but coexistence, or better yet the lifeless ship being overtaken and consumed by the life-filled ocean. I'm sure the more I study it, the more I shall find. I like that.
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<br />BEAUTIFUL! :D
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