Isn't it true that the sea doesn't have a colour of her own... every shade you see is merely an image of the sky. What a way to woo her beau. But ever noticed the soil beneath her? Having a colour of his own, weighing her throughout, letting her be, a home to her life, so much in love with her, yet never an attempt to woo her... A silent love, an unsung lover. There are spaces in their togetherness, much like how love should be.. giving all his heart to it, yet not to her keeping. What do I call this nobility? A soil-ent love? What good is a seabed when she never rests? Is it a soil-ent futility? #sea #silentlove #beau
