By the port where ships set sail,
Tales of voyages in every gale.
Whispers of the sea, salt and spray,
Echoes of journeys, night and day.
Harborside, where seagulls cry,
Waves caress the shore nearby.
Sunset paints the sky in hues,
Reflecting on the ocean's blues.
Docked boats sway in gentle sway,
Mooring lines in patterns lay.
Fishermen mend nets with steady hands,
Sharing tales of distant lands.
In the taverns, voices hum,
Sailors' songs of far-off run.
Spices linger in the air,
From lands exotic, beyond compare.
Adventures await, beyond the sight.
Lies the promise of a new world.
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Abbas
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