Becalmed on the Thames
The sail hangs loose, the water’s glass,
No ripple breaks the trees that pass.
Reflections paint a world so still,
Where time itself forgets to fill.
No chatter but the creak of wood,
Two souls adrift in quiet good.
The river breathes, the world unwinds,
In whispered winds and peaceful minds.
No race, no rush, no need to roam —
Just sky and stream, and thoughts of home.
A moment caught, serene, unplanned —
Two hearts afloat, one boat, one strand.
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