The Sea Wind

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    The sea wind sways on over endless oceans
    spreading its wings across night and day
    it rises and sinks again
    over the undulating floor of the immortal ocean.
    The dawn draws near/nigh or so does the evening
    and the ocean wind feels on its face - the land wind.

    Clockbuoys toll morning and evening songs,
    the smoke of a coalboat
    or the smoke of a tar-burning Phoenician ship vanishes in the horizon.
    The lonely jellyfish rocks timelessly around with its glowing blue feet.
    The evening draws near or so does the morning.

    Harry Martinson