In the embrace of the endless sea,
Where Hemingway’s tales softly call,
Waves cradle the dreams of eternity,
And whispers of the ocean enthrall.

The sun sets in golden hues,
Painting skies with a gentle hand,
While sailors chase forgotten clues,
In a world only they understand.

Beneath the surface, secrets lie,
In depths unknown, they quietly wait,
Guarded by the ocean’s sigh,
Bound to the tides of fate.

Oh, Hemingway’s sea, vast and true,
With every wave, a story renews,
An endless journey, old yet new,
In your embrace, we find our muse.