Whoever,
Horizon, passes beyond you
Passes from view, not from living or being.
Don't call the soul dead when it flies away.
Say:
It vanished out there in the sea.
Be for us,
Sea, the symbol of all life...
Uncertain,
Unchanging, and more than our seeing !
Once Earth makes its circle and death its journey,
The ship and the soul will reappear.
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