#triolet #poetry #French
We are all ships that pass in the night,
Waving and calling ā sometimes in vain.
In the black darkness seeking the light,
We are all ships that pass in the night.
Lonely and lost we want to get it right.
We reach out when we are most in pain.
We are all ships that pass in the night,
Waving and calling ā sometimes in vain.
No man is an island but if that's not true,
We are all islands floating in life's sea.
Coming together when we are so blue
No man is an island but if that's not true,
Do we want to stick together like glue?
Is becoming a country really the key?
No man is an island but if that's not true,
We are all islands floating in life's sea.
Sometimes amid the loudness and rush,
We will all need that blessƩd solitude.
The time to think outside the crush,
Sometimes amid the loudness and rush,
We all need our very own sacred hush.
Inner wisdom that gives us fortitude.
Sometimes amid the loudness and rush,
We will all need that blessƩd solitude.
Ā©š¦VixenOfVerse, 2026
