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We rest here while we can,
but we hear the ocean calling in our dreams,
and we know by the morning,
the wind will fill our sails to test the seams.
The calm is on the water
and part of us would linger by the shore.
For ships are safe in harbor,
but that's not what ships are for.

--Tom Kimmel & Michael Lille
 
Thank you for reading my attempts, Indy.

You just made me go back and read my own poem. That's not something I often do, but maybe I should (maybe all of us should).

'Whilst She Slept' was one of my first poems, and surely the first one written specifically as a result of becoming a member of this community. I've learned a lot since and I can now look at it and see its fragilities. Today it would be different.

Maybe I'll pick it up again soon.

Thank you. ;)
 
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