This is a little poem i just wrote, im in an oddly poetic mood right now. Here goes, tell me what you think.

The wooden craft rolled with the waves
Going on and on, thru the days
The endless sea of blue
Swirling forever, its beginning and its end, no one knew
It went on for miles and miles, finally meeting at its edge, the sky
That small line of horizon, so beautiful, the apple of the Beholder’s eye
And so, the wooden craft, chases the horizon, were water meets sky
Where sky meets water
That gracious rendezvous
Coming together like an endless wall of blue.
It surrounded the wooden craft on all its sides
Heading toward the horizon, the wooden craft rides


hope you enjoyed it, thoughts?

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