söndag, februari 2

Bridges and balloons

We sailed away on a winter's day
with fate as malleable as clay 
but ships are fallible, I say, and
the nautical, like all things, fades,
and I can recall our caravel;
A little wicker beetle shell
with four fine maste and lateen sails,
its bearings on Cair Paravel.

Oh, my love,
oh it was a funny little thing
to be the ones to've seen.

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