moored murmurs

“What of these anchors
mooring us to this lonely harbor
how do we break away?”

“Nothing shall keep you
where you don’t want
to stay.”

Yet the sun rose and set
taking turns to guard mother earth
with the moon.

And the ships remained
at the lonely harbor
forever bathed in crimson hues.

~~~

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