Sitting on a brick wall
in the sea of the darkest night,
I, a lonely siren,
sang to my sailor,
beckoning him to venture out
of the comfort of his home.
Mosquitoes sang chorus.
Bats flew around
joining my lonely vigil.
The neighbours whispered
of the ghost in neighbourhood,
while, my sailor slept
dreaming of another,
never knowing the one
who awaits him.
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Ah, the sirens of the rocks. A temptation for a lonely sailor after months at sea, I’m sure.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Alas! The sailor was home. 🤣
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