Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?
Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?
Yet quietly my captain awaits my silence.
After a few moments of complete silence, I heard the following words uttered with sighs from weather-bitten lips, "Shed not tears, my beloved; love that opens our eyes and enslaves our hearts can give us the blessing of patience.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
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