Some things are better stated as metaphor.
My friend is the ocean, waters that glide, Rustling my footsteps and tousling my hair; Many the times that we walked side by side, A spark and forever, joined as a pair. Always a cloud there lay over its play, Dappled the sunlight that fell on my face; Heaving, its waters had something to say; Twilight with meteors it took for the place. Rising from breakers, said spirit to me, “Sunlight and storms must both in the sea lie; These are my words,” sad the heart of the sea, “Know that I love you, and by me, shall die.” What is the darkness that’s in the sea’s soul? What can it counter, and what not annul?
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