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In the quiet smoke that upward curls, Sits an old sailor, his memories unfurl. A thousand seas in his weathered eyes, Each wave, a story that never dies.
His beret a crown of navy hue, A testament to the storms he's sailed through. The lighthouse stands, a faithful guide, As ships in bottles by his side abide.
With each puff from his pipe, so worn, He travels back to the day he was born. Upon the waves, his spirit still roams, The old sailor and his thousand homes.

Description

In the quiet smoke that upward curls, Sits an old sailor, his memories unfurl. A thousand seas in his weathered eyes, Each wave, a story that never dies.
His beret a crown of navy hue, A testament to the storms he's sailed through. The lighthouse stands, a faithful guide, As ships in bottles by his side abide.
With each puff from his pipe, so worn, He travels back to the day he was born. Upon the waves, his spirit still roams, The old sailor and his thousand homes.