The waves splash on expecting shores,
The proud seabird called out to his brothers,
And the wind as still as a ravens eye.
The day falls ,and gets back up as night.
Silent and slow the boat rocks to and fro.
There fate was sealed, as they slept away.
The sweet murmur began softly at first,
The wonderful serenade grew louder ,grew closer,
But when the morning rang again.
The boat was gone.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
The waves splash on expecting shores,
The proud seabird called out to his brothers,
And the wind as still as a ravens eye.
The day falls ,and gets back up as night.
Silent and slow the boat rocks to and fro.
There fate was sealed, as they slept away.
The sweet murmur began softly at first,
The wonderful serenade grew louder ,grew closer,
But when the morning rang again.
The boat was gone.
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