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the Irish Sailor

by obsidianeyes

How to write ones final words? How find the will to carry on? When I know this ship and all - all of this - will soon be gone. Yet perhaps, if not my bones, at least my memories will be found Amid the wreckage of a land where none but swaying palms abound. So may the finder of this bottle bring these words I duly pen To the family of the sailor - Kieran Dacey Boylan - Though my body lies in rest beneath the roiling of the sea - Know my soul forever soars above the verdant Irish lea.
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Written by
obsidianeyes
29 / M / Sydney
Published
Jun 30, 2019
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Tags
#sea#ocean#life#death#note#irish#sailor
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