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‘Frontwards,

Lost at sea and nowhere to be

as I ,the epic mirage, resemble me.

Frightened for the truth I plea,

as I wander in my lone waters to foresee.

Entwined with my pondering lust,

as I desire for your prologue trust.  

Respite the pale conviction of wanderlust,

as I only sought for my eternal stardust.

 

Here I pray with my ocean

while I follow your emotion.

The dawn of awakening in motion

while I leap like our waters in commotion.

An Reality of what’s on the inside

while I close my mind for my pride.

Therefore, the inner silence cried

While I ascented with the miracle on my side.  

 



 

‘This Sunday,

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