Lines from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath, nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Talks about pain of dashed hopes.
Some more lines
Siftly, swiftly flew the ship
Riding gently the oncoming tide.
Talks about hopes built up and moving ahead.
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Between first breath in and last breath out, lies LIFE. :)
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