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In a place where blue darkness quietly settles,
At the edge where sky and sea touch,
A deep abyss where even sunlight cannot reach,
A silent ocean where all noise has fallen asleep.

A vast shadow swims through that place,
Softly parting the darkness as it passes.
In its movement, lit only by starlight,
Flows a wordless loneliness.

This is the whale’s lullaby,
Rising from deep within the chest,
Carrying a feather-light sorrow,
A quiet song meant only for itself.
To a place no one else can reach,
It drifts on, slowly, again today.

At times it yields its body to the currents,
Gliding over the waves as if dancing,
Feeling the breath of unfamiliar seas,
Silently meeting the eyes of other lives.

Upon this endlessly spread ocean,
It walks on without rest, even today,
Searching for a longed-for echo
That might be heard somewhere.

This is the whale’s lullaby,
Gently spreading beneath the starlight,
A song that does not stop even in the dark,
Holding a faint, persistent dream.
Toward someone it may one day reach,
A song that quietly drifts on.

The sea holds the whale,
And the whale sings the sea.
Loneliness and dreams alike
Are all held and carried forward.

This is the whale’s lullaby,
From the deepest place in the world,
A quiet resonance of the heart
Blooming where no one knows.
A breath left by an elegant movement,
Drifting along, following hope.

Even today, somewhere at the edge of the abyss,
That song spreads in a low murmur,
Quietly, slowly,
Fading as it spreads,
The whale’s final dream.