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Tranquil SeaTraitor is the sea,
Tranquil as it seems, Silently it glimmers, Luring me away From shore… Sea, that is of heart, Many decades wide, How dare I have a single doubt Of such wisdom… Bottomless… Rains, who’ve seen the world Return to sea And ring of truth, Insisting with an ancient silver echo. With my pockets emptied out, I stand upon my roof, I long for answers, Please… Shore, that is of mind, Counting every wave, Strikingly awake, Dying to define And quantify… Prophecy, it’s not, Maybe even blind, Trying to predict, Make the fairest choice, Sincerely… Walking by myself, All along my shores You have been enfolded And absorbed So thoroughly… How could I even try To bury you inside? It’s simply not my style, But thank you and goodbye… Is it a mirage? Merely heat on sand? No! You stand before me, Jeopardized, But clothed. Though, you’re rather silent… I must say! Where is your confession now? So proudly, You declared your devotion Right before The sun has set beneath the ocean… Pull me by the sleeve, Bind me with a ring, Yet the waters of the heart Simply rush Through the gold… …They rush through the gold… …They rush through the gold… - He made up his mind… - So he thinks! - Memory it is… - Only shadows… - Now the evening sun… - …Lethargic and content! - Through the crinkled curtains… - …That sway in disapproval! …Seeps through the heart… - Where my hope and temptation are silenced… - Don’t ever question… - Will he ever return? - Don’t ever question… - Can I give even more of? - Don’t ever question… - My heart… - Don’t ever question… - My heart… |