I saw the cloud ship
Floating above me
In the blue dawning
Silently drifting
A dream of long ago
Tattered sails trailing
Dissolving into the blue
A ghost of imagining
Of a slower time
A quieter world
When sails gathered the winds
Sailing a wide, wide world.
28/06/2023
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