Poetember 2018 – Nearby (Triolet)

The sailor said he’d always be nearby. 

With tears she waved and wished him to be safe. 

She’s told this trip would be the last goodbye. 

The sailor said he’d always be nearby. 

He boards the ship, a tear falls from her eye. 

He waved knowing this trip would be unsafe. 

The sailor said he’d always be nearby. 

With tears she waved and wished him to be safe. 

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