She held a ship

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She holds a ship in her hands,
That has set sail so often,
To beautiful, dangerous lands,
And often returned,
A little more tattered,
A little more torn,
A little more aged,
And definitely worn,
And still she holds that ship in her hands,
Caresses it slowly,
As the rain sometimes descends,
The ship's sails opened,
And expanded,
And grew,
Filled by the breath,
Of hope that she blew,
And when she thought,
It would withstand no more,
It found safe harbour,
And in a faithful heart,
It rested at last.

~Rei Shiori