Poem.
I am the ’Ghost of Marie Celeste’
abandoned vessel sailing west
searching for ports or points of light
while fogs roll thick at dead of night.
A monochrome, tormented scene
awaits her artist to paint her in
with vivid light in ochre hues
and pink sunsets o’er ocean views.
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