From Agony to Rapture Rising tide the sand was damp by the winter shore, sea dark and I feared sharks. Sea-gulls circled overhead waited to eat my eyes when I looked up and cried my sorrow to the night. Merry mermaids, dressed in sealskin coats, sat on rocks busy knitting a sea weed skirt for king Neptune. "Look, a crying old man, not a handsome prince ". Walked and walked through a landscape of grazing goats till I came to a wooded gate where a beautiful white mare neighed. I opened the gate and the horse, flew towards shore, harmonised into a rolling mist, where dawn glanced and my heart brimmed with the joy of being a witness to the birth of a new beginning.Birth sign: Scorpio
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