The sea waits wide beneath the patient moon,
Its breathing slow, a lesson carved in blue;
It learns the names of storms, yet answers soon
With calm that time alone has taught it true.
Soft waves persuade the stubborn edge of land,
While depths keep strength no eye can ever know;
So power waits, like oceans, unmanned—
Patient enough to rise, and overthrow.
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