Held by rapture
Dampened by daily routine
Hopeful of connection
Run through by love
Each to their own
As I see beyond the petty
Crazy life we live and die through
We get to pick our poison
Until we notice what we're drinking
Why should I be so lucky
To realize my own fate
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About the Creator
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles6 days ago in Fiction
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