SEA IS A WOMAN
Beneath the sky, where dusk meets the sea
A wild expanse of magic, untamed and free
The whispering sea moves, a steady refrain,
Like a woman’s gaze, her power to explain,
how she holds the strength of tides within her soul.
And in her gentle murmur, there is rest, nostalgia’s favorite note within each crest,
She mends jagged cliffs with a tender touch,
Comforts the weary heart that has had too much,
She stays constant, forever loving, forever giving in her caress of the deep.
But when the storm clouds gather, dark and fierce,
Her nature shifts and the tempest is quick to pierce.
Roaring winds and waves do collide with might,
A ferocious display of power in the dark of the night,
Her passion rages on, she pushes through the fray.
Yet even in her rage, there lies a grace,
A display of chaos, strength in every trace,
The thunder’s roar, her voice does not contain, A testament of passion, unashamed,
She is the storm, unyielding and alive.
And when the storm subsides, she breathes anew,
The sea, like her, lifts up skies as blue,
A gentle calm, a peace profound and deep,
Her strength, her beauty, in the stillness keep,
A woman of the sea, forever brave and true.
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