The Abandoned Fishing Boat

Through the fissure of the reeds
caress by the breeze,
the water sparkle lit
blind hear the waves recede.

Where the tides low and high,
cross the bridge side to side
were the ducks' mate and hide.

Quiet, attached to the drowned net.
Tangled like holding hands'
The claiming seaweed hangs
by the ropes between the water and land.

The river in a sink
the sky is like a net attached to the pillar of the earth,
where an abandoned fishing boat, rock by the flow
savours the river..

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