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Harbour of Hope

Summers warm colors and changing of light

Stars to open the curtains of night

Salt on the breeze to my worries give call

And they Soar to the heavens like waves in a squall.

The soft tinkle sounds from up in the spars

And the peeking out of new little stars

And the water slapping against my boat

Renews my heart and brightens my hope.