The Open World In Lonesomeness
The lonely tides of indigo sea,
Bitter and sweet; ocean breeze,
Flowing beyond the sleeping horizon.
Sunlight, a fading gloom,
Twilight, soon, appears in the sad sky.
A journey alone, a journey far,
The ocean whispers its memory
To the auburn clouds,above
As it drifts into the endless period of darkness.
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