Sailing, Sailing Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Sailing, Sailing



A cherub face framed in curls,
nothing like the heart of a girl
to wrap you in a bow; she is
a gift to your soul like no other.
Her laughter, a gentle breeze,
fills the sails of your little boat;
you are sailing over oceans blue,
and wherever she might be going
she is taking you.

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