Beneath clear skies where waves tenderly meet,The wind whispers softly, caresses the grain,The sea, calm and serene, its secrets discreet,In silver swirls, where dreams softly wane. The playful tides crash, in fragments they spread,In the white foam, their desires they hide,Sailing ships drift, in suspense they tread,In the shadow of…
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