The sea, in calm firmament, lay serene
with complacent mind, pure. Divine.
Savors tranquil conscience.
Enjoys momentous silence.
Listening to the singing of waves,
and soft hums of tides.
Waiting for the day
to embrace dusk.
Waiting for the sun to retire
from its tedious task.
Gently nurtures the living to health,
aids the breathing to wealth,
with favorable gust
that caused smiles to last.
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