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Poetry for children
Breeze of Ghosts
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Tall ship hanging out at the horizon
tall ship blistering the horizon
you’ve been there so long
your sheets and decks white
in the sun
what wind whispers you in?
Tall ship creaking at the horizon
your captain long gone
your crew in the cabin
drinking white rum
their breath spiralling
what wind breathes you in?
Tall ship tilting to the shoreline
past Spanish palms
tall ship coming in like a swan
in the mid-day sun
what wind blows you in?
It is the cool wind of the morning
stirring my masts
before the sun
burns it to nothing,
they call it
breeze of ghosts.
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