Land and Sea

The sea is cynical.
It seals its secrets in coral graves,
Conceals its wrecks in water caves,
Waits with wisdom stored in hidden crypts.

Nature’s storm,
Maelstrom world of passion,
Incidentally ruffles its surface in passing,
But cannot move the coldness of its depths.

The tempest drops,
Explodes against the growing land
Tears and plunders its pristine mantles
Till all its mountains are washed like ashes to the sea.

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