William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Before the Mast

I dreamed all night of the perfect sentence,

And then awakened to a perfect, wordless dawn.

The vessel creaks. A wind is coming on.


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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet

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6 replies

  1. Was ich von dir lese, klingt alles perfekt !!!! Lass dich ruhig gern mal loben, lächel…
    Liebe GrĂĽĂźe, Edith

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  2. Lovely. The perfect sentence is wordless.

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