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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An ancient mariner in the ocean of languid life, I am sailing seemingly for agonized ages in the limitless luminosity of sublime sunshine, on the cruising course where the trying tempest rages. On the sapphire swells of the swaying waves, rising to the seamless sky, falling into furrow low, my senile boat pitches, and I struggle hard to keep on sailing, the voyage is veritably slow. The scarlet sun goes down slowly cold and wet at the endless edge of the sea in the speckled sky. The rolling waves carry overturned palette on crest, the cloud convoys blush as in the finagled air they fly. The sky soon turns into hollow shades of grey, permeates the shimmer of the falling dusk spark, waning in the hued horizon for the night to fall, creep in the timorous twilight with elements of dark. I’ve promised the ocean I’ll reach the shore yonder, I need to sail to the end of my time not quite far. Forlorn in the unknown ocean losing the bearing, I search solemnly for the omnipresent pole star. I discover in the end the guiding beacon in the domain of divine light hidden within me. Tracing the destined course to the final destination, its fading flash I’ve steadfastly strived so long to see. The wind on the sagging sail is sluggish, drained of its driving draft it now blows slow. Before the beleaguered boat becomes motionless, to the precinct of my promise I must go. Waiting for me there at the fated fringe of my time, is the eternal realm of the heavenly shore. I don’t know why as an ancient mariner for so long in the tumultuous ocean I am for.
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