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The last sail
Waves crash the rocks.
Woods from boats once docked
finds its way to the captain's wife.
Knowing what became of their life,
the sea collects one more soul.
Wives bloodstone has a hole
unrelenting voids of fulfillment.
Lay her to bed as she laments.
Comfort, joy or happiness
never knowing this test.
While she sits at the table,
she reads Aesop’s fables'.
Relating to the fool.
It should’ve been the last.
When the tip of the mast,
vanished from view.
That is when she knew.
There is no last sail
just last gale.
