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Mar 2014
Water wind and sail
what of the ecstasy
of those who sail..
Those bright mornings
with water at peace
and those evenings
waves rough and roiled..
And the wind spirit
pressing powering and
yes destroying the sail..
The sail holding free
in a moment's haven
poised right there
mid terror and peace..
They know quite well
ecstasy arrives in
becoming the Sail...
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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