" The shore's dried out once soaked in deeds divine,
For the vessels set out with a darker shine to leave their aches behind,
While the painters paint, the people sing and the dancers wave goodbye,and eyes fill with brine,
Those rusty boats still stray around looking for a shore to die.
A shore at last,
a shore where souls still do ride,
and fill the waters with all their thoughts that shine. "

- Shrikant_Salve