Three Boats Along the Forgotten Spring

Three Boats Along the Forgotten Spring

By David Dearborn

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Three boats along the forgotten spring

Alive with dreams of flight.

A beau who lost his heart to sting

And therefore found the night.

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A trav'ler by a shallow way

Lay livid from his wants.

-Light as a lie, and only he

Was hidden in his taunts.

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The third I knew, was close to him

When some say he fell sleep.

But I am in his boat, on helm.

And inside him is me!