The sailor sings of the tumultuous sea, the ancient mariner of the world. Luminous waves of the past echo in his ears. The smiles and the tears, of lost shipmates, he whispers a prayer across the grey horizon. His joys and fears take flight, do not grieve, the past, but keep it in your heart, and memory.
Michael Cochrane ©
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