Of Hope and Despair.

I was standing | at the horizon,
                        I saw a spark | in the sea,
                                               a shimmer broke | on my face,
                                                                           gleaming rays touched and stayed |
it was daybreak.



I tasted light | with the sunshine,
                     came hope riding | on the morning dew,
                                                  a new beginning shone | wiping tears of the night,
                                                                                       a phoenix rose, in the air, the sun  |
a change of heart.
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I smelled salt | the blood red sky,
                      making the ocean bleed | bringing a drifting chill,
                                                            the cold numb air came | brushed my frame,
                                                                                                  a wave of commotion, melancholy |
in the twilight.


I pushed hard | with moonlit hands,
                        I clutched my chest | in a solitary corner,
                                                        a bird had died, burned | accepting the fate,
                                                                                              of despair and desolation with a smile |
and my life went.

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I was standing....it was daybreak |
I tasted light, a change of heart |
I smelled salt in the twilight |
I pushed hard and my life went..|