The turquoise ocean, tipped with cold white foam,
Plashes, dashes, splashes, crashes
Against the unrelenting wall.
Ruffled ed and maddened by the teasing breeze,
It tries to leap above the hard gray wall,
Tries to wear away the inexorable wall
With the crash of thunder.
Yet, like booming guns from a battlefield
A thousand miles away, only paces away,
The roar of the sea can no longer be heard
Over the whistling breeze.
Surely for hundreds of years, the angry foam-splashed sea
Shall continue to pummel the unrelenting wall,
The inexorable, cold, gray, unrelenting wall,
Until at last the years shall take their toll,
And the long-lasting, steadfast wall shall crumble
Into the rejoicing, onward-surging sea.
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I would like to translate this poem
onward surging sea. good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.