My Fisherman

On a rusty boat
He is sailing free
Nothing is heard
But the seagulls.
The sea is calm now
Like an infinite mattress
Softly to lie down
And sleep.
His fishy clothes don’t matter
For the Sun is shining
Embracing everything
With an extraordinary warmth.
It’s about time he rested
No need to fight against waves,
Big sharks and bad weather
No need at all.
Nature is calling silently
“Peace be unto thy soul”
And he is falling asleep smiling
My fisherman.

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