Song of the Sea
The stars above, like ancient eyes, behold
The endless dance of waters far below,
Where mysteries in depths of blue unfold,
As winds above in fleeting whispers blow.
A sailor’s heart, adrift in dreams untold,
Finds solace in the quiet, gentle pull—
The sea, a mirror of the soul’s own mold,
Reflects its waves both turbulent and full.
Upon the shore, the footprints fade away,
Yet in the air, a song remains in flight,
Where every note is made of fleeting play,
A tune that echoes softly through the night.
The sea can cage you or can set you free,
Its power is endless, wild, and near,
To find its song is all we truly need,
To grasp and hold what we once held so dear.

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