Ship
The whistle sounds clearer to our ears
that the ship will depart from our dreams for a thousand large and small islands.
In this place,
The sun rises and sets faster than fish on the seabed.
In one poem, the wind writes
that the ship will lean on the dock until the sun rises from a different direction tomorrow morning.
Then that's when
we know the depth of this ocean.
Poetry & Image from @Seha76!
that the ship will depart from our dreams for a thousand large and small islands.
In this place,
The sun rises and sets faster than fish on the seabed.
In one poem, the wind writes
that the ship will lean on the dock until the sun rises from a different direction tomorrow morning.
Then that's when
we know the depth of this ocean.
Poetry & Image from @Seha76!