I lay in waves of solemn amber
striking the color on which my heart feeds
I lay distinct from vague surroundings
Attempting the identity in which I believe.
Looking upwards at a disconsolate sky
Holding no miraculous visionary clouds
Which would morph into flexible childhood dream
But for the premonition peculiar to my vaporous shroud.
Billows undulating, heralding the upcoming tide;
Fate established fearless and strong;
Seeking a purpose for the inessential life
Which Destiny is doomed to desiccate, ere long. |
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