The wind blows as if on broken wings of sand, The salt of the water drains my tears, As I sit and watch the sunset behind the cloudy hand, Vexed with cement of altered exploring fears. The oceans voice spoken with such intensity, Beckoning the exploring soul, To explore within the depths of reality, While the mixture of tranquility and the dolphin’s song consoles. The weight of the world washed with cleansing rain, Thunder of the angry God’s heart, Erases the world’s bloodstain, And day by day, piece by piece, falling apart.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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