PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The sea expresses its discontent,

With the force of a deep cry,

In the agony of a lament,

That echoes in the world's core.

It topples the heedless mast,

That rose without care or foresight,

In a distant and immature gaze,

That did not grasp the fury of the vastness.

The waves, like powerful hands,

Tear through the sky in a whirlwind,

And the mast, fragile in its grand pose,

Falls, defeated by its own presumption.

The sea, in its infinite wisdom,

Forgives neither negligence nor carelessness,

And in its cry, there is a cold truth,

That teaches the value of deep respect.

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