The sea speaks in tides, A language of ebb and flow, Every wave a verse, Every foam a breath of life.
Between the shores, Whispers of old voyages, Echo through the grains, Where lives are forged and lost.
- Vincenzo Cardarelli
The sea speaks in tides, A language of ebb and flow, Every wave a verse, Every foam a breath of life.
Between the shores, Whispers of old voyages, Echo through the grains, Where lives are forged and lost.