Caught in the storm I pray and pray,
Forming a relaxation afterwards;
The storm has been bitter like salt,
For the sea is salt and always water.
Never pray to the sea for it lunges
And it hurts all moments that are experienced.
May the storms that gather be destroyed
By those that gather, and let waves lash
Us in our sleep, the sleep of that hurt.
Dreams have aroused the anger of the sea,
The ocean is teeming with hatred
As the water has accused us, and warned us.
Caught in the storm I pray and pray,
For an event that keeps on saving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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