Dialogue of Two Boats

One boat, carved of memory and care,
calls out across the restless air:
“Waters ahead are veiled in storm,
shifting shapes that break the norm.
Guard your keel, hold steady, friend,
lest the voyage meet its end.”

The other, bright with daring flame,
answers not with fear but claim:
“Storms are teachers, waves are guides,
truth is found where shadow hides.
To sail is to change, to risk, to grow—
each troubled tide a path I know.”

Thus they part: one sentinel of the known,
one seeker where wild currents have flown.
Together they mark the eternal sea,
duality bound in destiny.


What Do You See #328

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