The waning winter's sun strokes the tips of the skyscrapers,
Perforating the lower, and much denser body of the concrete goliaths with its last light.
Vacant vessels drift mindlessly around their anchoring point,
Left to wander freely on a leash until daybreak comes.
Glistening in a reverie,
The soft lapping waves curl up against the piers,
Caressing the weathered timber with a motherly touch,
Ageing and bleaching it without a sense of time.
Erratic Behaviour
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