I am a raven flying in a dark and rainy night.
Flying in complete darkness.
My deep black feathers heavy from the rain.
I am lost and tired.
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There is comfort in the endlessness of the sea.
No past, no future.
Only when i am close to the sea i feel at home.
When i can smell the salt and feel the rough winds.
As my father did before his father.
We are men of the sea.
No heroic tales, no heroic future.
Just me and the waves of the unforgiving sea.
Just the waves that swallow everything,
This is where i come from and where i will return to.
As the tides, my moment is brief, and then i return.
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There is comfort in the endlessness of the sea. No past, no future. Only when i am close to the sea i feel at home. When i can smell the salt and feel the rough winds. As my father did before his father. We are men of the sea. No heroic tales, no heroic future. Just me and the waves of the unforgiving sea. Just the waves that swallow everything, This is where i come from and where i will return to. As the tides, my moment is brief, and then i return.