The storm has set,
Leaving the sails so wet
And the water strangely still.
No words being said,
On mourning bed -
A silence too deep to fill
The boats sail home
The paths now forlorn
Embracing the sorrows to grieve.
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Storm and its effects on man, "on mourning bed"? …