Vessels

Shaped by hands unseen, we rise,

Crafted from earth, sea, and skies.

Hollow within, yet full of weight,

We carry hope, we shoulder fate.

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Some are forged in golden light,

Sleek and proud, a graceful sight.

Others bear the marks of toil,

Streaked with salt and marred by soil.

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Through endless waters, still we go,

Chasing currents, fast or slow.

Each passage carved upon our skin,

A tale of where, a tale of when.

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We are not merely what we hold,

Our worth is neither bought nor sold.

Instead, it lies in what we give—

The lives we touch, the love we live.

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And when the winds at last subside,

We’ll find our peace beyond the tide.

Our journeys end, but not in vain,

For what we’ve borne will still remain.