In the vast embrace of Hemingway’s sea,
Where waves recite tales of eternity,
The sun dips low with a golden plea,
Reflecting dreams of what life could be.

Beneath the azure veil of sky and foam,
The sea whispers secrets of journeys home,
With each ripple, a story yet to roam,
In the heart of the ocean, we find our poem.

The salty breeze carries echoes of the past,
Of fishermen’s nets and sails so vast,
In every crest, a shadow is cast,
Of Hemingway’s spirit, steadfast and vast.

As twilight falls with its gentle decree,
The sea hums softly, a timeless decree,
In its depths, a world of mystery,
An endless canvas of life’s tapestry.