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THE SEA
THE SEA
Nobody knows the length and breadth,
Nor they know the strength and depth.
Steaming bellies steer around,
Seem to measure the sea around.
Stretching water rippling bright,
Tossing up in all its height,
Raising up to catch the sun,
Fails to do that; all in vain.
Curling like a mat she comes,
Roars and scolds in all her pain,
Tries to break the land around
But crashes on the sand around.
Never she tries to give it up,
Nor she likes to wind it up,
Like a man there she goes;
Shows her anger, all in vain.
Never the Sun likes her game,
Nor the sun wants her fame;
Tries to move out aside
Goes and falls down the sky.
Beautiful, Ben! I have never
Beautiful, Ben! I have never looked at it that way, but very true. :-)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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You are so appreciative and that's what the encouragement is I suppose. You are one such person who has found the exact meaning of it. Thanks a lot.
Ben