In a quiet bay where whispers sleep,
The water lies calm, its secrets deep.
A fleet of sails, so still, so grand,
Anchored gently by nature’s hand.
The sky and sea in a soft embrace,
A misty veil, a timeless space.
Reflections stretch, a mirrored sight,
Echoing dreams in the morning light.
Each mast a sentinel, tall and proud,
Piercing through the tranquil shroud.
The boats, like notes in a silent song,
Hold their harmony all night long.
No breeze disturbs this sacred scene,
A portrait cast in hues serene.
Time seems paused, the world withdrawn,
Awaiting the touch of a gentle dawn.
Oh, sailboats, guardians of peace,
Your stillness bids the heart’s rush cease.
A canvas painted by sky and sea,
A hymn of stillness, eternity.
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