The salt in my veins whispers of ages past,
where the sea cradled my soul in its eternal grasp
I am woven of tide foam, stitched with the moon’s light,
a daughter of waves, rising soft into the night
The ocean hums secrets only the salt-born hear,
ancient tongues of depth and echo, far and near
with every breath, I taste the stories it keeps,
of love, of loss, of the silence, it weeps
I greet the shore with reverence, barefoot and bare,
letting salt-laced winds tangle into my hair
I bow to the tides, to their sacred embrace,
knowing I am in the water, I have found my true place
Each ripple, each crest, a baptism anew,
washing away all I once thought I knew
for in salt, in the sea, in the pull of the deep,
I remember the promises the waves let me keep
Hold me, O Ocean, in your fluid embrace,
teach me to move with both power and grace
I honor your depth, your storm, and your still,
your rhythm, my heartbeat—your call, my will—
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