In the moonlit sea, a ship sails swift,
Cutting through waves like a whispered rift.
Its bow yearns for the horizon’s breath,
Like a heart longing for a quiet death.
Sails billow, driven by fate's cold wind,
Each gust a whisper, where sorrows blend.
In the depths, the ship’s shadow fades,
As life’s heavy anchor in darkness wades.
The ship seeks the deep, where silence lies,
Mirroring the soul's unspoken goodbyes.
To the vast abyss, it surrenders free,
As one yearns for peace in eternity.
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