If the sea could speak, it would weep
Ships capsize all the time
People wash away to far-away places, two rungs on the ladder
Coffins rip from the ground
Hurricanes marry the wind and sky
For the bottom of sea, dark and black
Wishes for the kisses of day’s sunlight
Clouds that spin the needle on compasses
And directions are forgotten
The behemoth is the looming fear
That springs tears to eyes, the souls that inspire poetry and song
But the sea has no mouth
Only eyes
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