Upon the sea of vexing strife, my steps weave a winding path,
Whispers in the waves, where hope and frustration cross their math.
Frustration's tempest, a sea's poignant sigh,
Yet in the ocean's embrace, hope's light won't deny.
A dervish twirls beneath the cosmic dance,
Rhythmic solace found in the ocean's trance.
Soul's yearning resonates in the salt-kissed grace,
Within the chaotic waves, a serene stillness we embrace.
Hope's lantern flickers resilient, a beacon on the tide,
Moon's melancholic gaze weaves dreams, a silent guide.
The lantern, tortured, guided by destiny's unseen hand,
Against the sea's will, whispers of hope withstand.
Amidst the tangled seaweed, destiny's gentle quill,
Nature paints a canvas, where dreams lie still.
Yet, against the silent roar of the night,
Hope persists, a lighthouse in the sea's quiet light.
