<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fishing Village From Across The Bay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The quiet solitude<br>of brown fishing boats, <br>anchors weighed, <br>riding gently, the soft<br>movement of the calm waters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent slapping. As the waves <br>kiss the sides of the boats, <br>their masts tall and strung<br>with spiderweb riggings.<br>Loose canvas flaps idly with<br>the passing of a breeze, <br>tugging against the anchor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tiredly, the sun continues<br>its slow journey home, reaching<br>honey-gold fingers of warmth<br>through the blanket of clouds.<br>The orb of power-filled<br>light-giving energy gives one last<br>defiant flash as it breaks momentarily<br>through the clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dog barks from across the bay<br>and white puffs of smoke<br>rise slowly, lazily to meet<br>the clouds. The sleepy village<br>readies itself for the sleep<br>that will bring the new day, <br>and the sun, rested<br>from its duties of the day before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waves continue to lap<br>gently against the fishing boats, <br>Silhouetted gently against the <br>golden stretch of water from across the bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence sets in and prayers are<br>said before bed, and good night <br>kisses are exchanged and <br>then the lights are extinguished, <br>from across the bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+Parkin">Kevin Parkin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576306" data-title="The Fishing Village From Across The Bay de Kevin Parkin" data-description="The quiet solitude of brown fishing boats, anchors weighed, riding gently, the soft movement of the calm waters. Silent slapping. As the waves kiss the sides of the boats, their masts tall and strung with spiderweb riggings. Loose canvas flap..."></div> </div> </div>

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