Sailing

The water laps against the boats,

A deep, cerulean blue.

The white sails flap, flip in the wind

As the boats sail through.

Oh, to be aboard

One of the creaking, wondrous vessels;

To move across the water

As the little ship wrestles

Fate.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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