The sea whispers secrets to the shore,
Telling tales of adventures untold,
Where Hemingwayâs spirit roams forevermore,
In waters deep and bold.
Waves crash like echoes of the past,
Each ripple a story, a silent song,
Of battles with nature, fierce and vast,
Where Hemingwayâs words belong.
The horizon stretches, a canvas wide,
Painting dreams with salty air,
In Hemingwayâs heart, the sea resides,
A bond beyond compare.
As the sun dips below the gentle waves,
Shadows dance in twilightâs embrace,
Hemingway and the sea, two eternal knaves,
Forever lost in a timeless chase.