ShyEyes
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Beneath the dark and rolling sea,
where sunlight fades and shadows grow,
it rests in cold tranquility,
far from the surface storm below.
Though violent gales may whip the air
and drive the ships against the coast,
the heavy iron resting there
is what the tempest fears the most.
It holds its ground without a word,
unseen amidst the shifting tide,
and though its strength is never heard,
it keeps the fragile ship allied.
For peace is not the lack of storm,
nor riding every wave that breaks;
it is the heavy, quiet form
that holds you steady when it shakes.
where sunlight fades and shadows grow,
it rests in cold tranquility,
far from the surface storm below.
Though violent gales may whip the air
and drive the ships against the coast,
the heavy iron resting there
is what the tempest fears the most.
It holds its ground without a word,
unseen amidst the shifting tide,
and though its strength is never heard,
it keeps the fragile ship allied.
For peace is not the lack of storm,
nor riding every wave that breaks;
it is the heavy, quiet form
that holds you steady when it shakes.

