I am sailing in peace, contented
Of what I saw and how I was greeted.
The waters sing a sweet, sweet song.
What a comfort. I hope the sound would grow strong.
The song is sweet, it takes fatigue away: a massage.
The sound gets louder. From afar I see a faint visage:
Two beauteous ladies, with long hair and fair skin
More beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen.
They smile and sing to me, I listen happily
Their arms outstretched, they are inviting me.
I steer the boat as they lead me onward. Sweet song
Continues then I realize my choice is wrong.
(Sailing, Poem 3)
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