Blue sea calling, postcard bright,
Seems a dream, a pure delight.
City walls, a cozy space,
Where everything has time and place.
But closer look, where land meets sea,
Life's a fight, so wild and free.
Fishermen rise, before the sun,
Battling waves, till day is done.
Weather shifts, a sudden scare,
Storms can rage, beyond compare.
The sea can take, a life erased,
A future gone, a love defaced.
Yet, salty air, and sun so bold,
Stories whispered, never old.
Fresh caught fish, a healthy treat,
Nature's rhythm can't be beat.
Raw and tough, that coastal way,
But living real, then come what may.
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