Just a poem about someone who lives at sea~

Ocean tides make my abode.
Land makes me yearn for the sea.
The ship beneath my sea-legs,
The waves are home to me.

A blizzard of darkness is the water,
Sending shivers through land-lovers bones.
Waves and foam and sea salt,
Are the threads of the sailors homes.

Although storms roll in at midnight,
The sky turns monster green,
To walk on land for a living,
I'd rather sink to the bottom of the sea.

The End

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