Deep from its heart
The inevitable pain rises along the frosty tide
With no limits & boundaries
It tries to the open shores into the wide
Splashing & roaring it comes
& end up in the melting silence
With the tears & grieves
Remains trapped in that big old island
At the journeys end
The dying waves lift to kiss the shore
Spills its life upon the sand
Then shrinks to rise no more
Only the crimson sky shares its pain
When they meet at the zenith
Lost in the melodies of self,the ocean remains
Still by holding his deep breath
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