A fuscha sun glowing through Lacy wisps of gray Catches me; I watch it slip silently Into the frothy grayness of the bay; I watch the sun—I am one of the few. The ground before me Is broken, and lies about in fragments— Little heaps of clamshells, Sand piled in scattered hills, All in disarray of which I don’t make sense; I watch the sky—that is not painful to see. In the blue darkness I stand, There are no traces of luminescence Except for a silvery trail of moonlight, Shimmering and dancing—unknowing of my plight, Which plagues my mind with reminiscence: I watch the dark waves—I contemplate His plan. Before me there is no longer a distinction Between heaven and earth—sky and waves— The fire burns deep within my soul; It has long evaded my control, And I have ceased my retreat to be brave; I watch the sky—it is studded with starsBirth sign: Aquarius
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