PLAIN SAILING

Basked under the bright meridian star
that was arcing right over the mast,
the wind flirted with the fluffing triangles,
making them laugh as the jokes it whispered;
cutting across the waves we steered
towards an aim floating around in the mind,
with water splashing on our resolute shoulders,
trying to find the perfect balance.

~damit ~

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