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Isn't it true that the sea doesn't have a colour o

Isn't it true that
the sea doesn't have
a colour of her own...
every shade you see
is merely an image of the sky.
What a way to woo her beau.

But ever noticed the soil 
beneath her?
Having a colour of his own,
weighing her throughout,
letting her be, 
a home to her life,
so much in love with her,
yet never an attempt to woo her...
A silent love, an unsung lover.

There are spaces in their
togetherness,
much like how love should be..
giving all his heart to it,
yet not to her keeping.

What do I call this nobility?
A soil-ent love? What good is a seabed
when she never rests?
Is it a soil-ent futility?
#sea #silentlove #beau
Isn't it true that
the sea doesn't have
a colour of her own...
every shade you see
is merely an image of the sky.
What a way to woo her beau.

But ever noticed the soil 
beneath her?
Having a colour of his own,
weighing her throughout,
letting her be, 
a home to her life,
so much in love with her,
yet never an attempt to woo her...
A silent love, an unsung lover.

There are spaces in their
togetherness,
much like how love should be..
giving all his heart to it,
yet not to her keeping.

What do I call this nobility?
A soil-ent love? What good is a seabed
when she never rests?
Is it a soil-ent futility?
#sea #silentlove #beau