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I fought to be the shore that tears apart your storm.

I sought to be the core that puts your pieces in peaceful form.

you thought I was a roar yielding nothing but foam

you ought to flee, therefore, seeking long wild roam



Precious years slipped away in the speed of thoughts.

your image often rises to bring down my soul.



at this instant,though, I feel grieved no more,

Tranquilized by the peace of isolation.

Intoxicated by the lack of obligation.

Tuned to soft acoustic fiesta

As the trees dance with the wind

That plays a fascinating tone

Through a hole in my window-pane,

Like a whistle blown by a sailor for relief

In a peaceful moment of relaxation

During the stillness of the ocean

Stretching beneath the afterglow

As the sun goes down,

Gleaming gently with a golden light

Signaling the birth of a serene summer night.