Boats sitting calmly,
Just off the shore,
Gently,
Bobbing, bobbing, bobbing.
The breeze just whispering,
In their sails,
Softly,
Breathing in and out.
The Sun takes his bow,
Creeping over the horizon,
Slowly,
Heralds a brand new day.
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the suntakes his bow, good