I sighed and turned my eyes towards
the sky;
I reasoned why the beginning
was supposed to be burnt.
Loneliness is fragile and yet
it is that who knows the end;
the angry waves can only help
to steer my ship
to a peaceful strip.
I'm in grief for I know
the beginning was a lie;
now I live
to hear my voice
and see no weep in my eyes.
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