Poetry · Writing

Breaking Ship

We couldn’t make it across the canal.

Waves tossed our tiny canoe before,

before sinking.

The ocean wasn’t always the terror.

The cool calmness sheltred our

boat along the icy tides.

Similiar to before we got on.

The dry lands fuled our

adventure, we didn’t know

it would be our last.

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