The sea is sleepy today,caressing me with its gentle breath,
as it rises and falls, silent as death.
It tosses and turns with hardly a sound,
its smooth touch reaching for ground.
It lures and entrances,
It calls and begs,
for the helpless and weak,
to strengthen her bed.
With dark blue sheets,
that sparkle and roll,
And by seeing the sea it gives me hope,
that dark can be light
and light can be dark
and to live each day strongly
for it might be your last.
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