The Blue beat her head at his feet with heart wrenching cries
but the Sea rock stands stubbornly staring at the starry sky,
while her painful cries tear the bosom of the night
the Sea rock stands steadily heedless to her painful plight,
not even slightly tempted by her enticing wavy charm
as if he is a saint in meditation so cool and calm.
The eyes of the Sky turn crimson at the horizon
watching her agonising unflinching will for unison,
a new morn peeps heralding a new dawn
with a promise to fulfil the Blue's blue dream
and his pride melts into her as a flux of reflection
while helplessly he watches himself merging interminably into
her grain by grain.
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