Poetry from Seha76:

SAILBOAT

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Look into my life
At the wave of chasing the horizon
In the sea that stretches
Blown by the wind
In constellations
On screen bound
On a sturdy pole
We put all hope

My body is made of thick and sturdy iron plate, shaved and shaped by modernization that never stops or is stopped.

They were great sailors who ferociously rode my soul who joined the screen which was split between the storm chasing the distant horizon.

Eyes, body, and soul are formed with spikes in the ancestors' strong breasts, hitting the waves and licking the sun.

And if the wind is a friend, and seagulls preach gloomy news, that's when they let go of fatigue and tell the world about the meaning of life and life.
2019