Crested and Kissed
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The snap of canvas
sets Her ropes groaning.
And She skims the waves,
with wood planks moaning.
A spray of salt brine;
wets my lips and tongue.
Nature's elixir;
it helps keep me young.
Foamy, frothy peaks;
are crested and kissed.
And indigo waves;
morph into a mist.
Chasing brisk breezes;
she leans to one side.
And I'm elated;
near bursting with pride.
But exaltation
dies with the next swell.
For emptied of wind;
her sails drooped and fell.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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