Home ยป A ride awaits

Whilst she rides up she stops short,
Long now was the time to port,
To take her there but gone not,
Sees a land far and warm, but
In angst to leave her past here,
It was here she seeped her tear,
Thus bade her life to fate slow,
Sat on the bench in thoughts low,
Down to the ocean her mind drew,
Threw in the eyes as chance grew,
A ship yond that fetched her eyes,
It closed then done bids her byes,
A smirk that tears in mute cue,
The steps guide her light in lieu
Of the long walk to a new start,
Of a heart that wished to dart,
Calls her back her man in want,
But life’s all she is in want.

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