Every day, the sun shines on both of them with joy. The sky and the sea; their beauty of existence reflects fidelity.
They appear to meet at the horizon, illuminated by the rising and setting sun each day. However, there is a distance. A distance that could never imagine. They ain’t lucky, unable to meet, unable to fulfill the longing. Perchance, the sky and the sea were only meant to be on each other’s side. Always close, yet never as one.
Thus, it is all a waste. Because they can never meet: neither in leisure nor in haste.
