The sailor's hand is guided by the star;
Fair islands rise in morning's early gleam;
A breeze stirs, and there flow, as in a dream,
Sweet fragrances of terebinth and cinnabar.
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A really great poem, really like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Evil Rising.