I cannot forget
That one evening whilst standing on the pier
I watched the fishermen sail towards the setting sun
For their tryst with the darkening sea
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Looks like a fisher men's song who after a grueling time late night hours return with a plentiful cache of fish rightly a rousing welcome in a celebratory mood. Thanks.
Your poetry speaks life. Beautifully describing as if it's reeling right in front of our eyes. Very well penned reflecting the concern and joy.