[創作] The Junk

[frolicker (像孩子般)]

The Junk departed the Port
A cold, indifferent metal
Into the mist thickly hoar
Fading in the edge of ocean
While the sun was stopping the chore

Inside the dockyard's door
A new boat is born
Safely stored
But some day still faced the Port
And one more...



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