They could never be together,
Though they never questioned why,
Separated forever,
The sea and the sky.
Both hapily blue for each other,
Always roaring to one another,
they appear to meet,
but the horizon proves their defeat.
Separated by such a thin line,
Preventing them to call each other mine,
Only at sunsets mark,
Can they meet with a bright green spark.
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