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The Yacht
Protruding pole in the middle
The top look like a keel that light
During the night in the midst of the bay
Your like a swan in the day time heralding
Its huge but gentle to look at its rarity
Seldom ordinary people has own you White
Now I see you move in smooth sailing
With girls and gents wearing sunglasses
The point of your richness and affluency
All eyes looking as you passed by with hope
That one day each has dock you in their dream
You swarm the sea with pride and with brevity
Careful pilot not to trouble the waves with rage
Because you're precious, rare but with worth
It's like a love that only longing for comfort
A pleasure, an adventure to the sea of life.
Copyright ©
Hugo Sarvida Jr.
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