A thousand boats
from big to small
pass in grey dawning
day, all quiet strive
to distant sea, sure and steady,
floating high,
like silent birds that cross our sky,
southwards with the tide.
Dhaka 2015
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A thousand boats
from big to small
pass in grey dawning
day, all quiet strive
to distant sea, sure and steady,
floating high,
like silent birds that cross our sky,
southwards with the tide.
Dhaka 2015