Day In and Day Gone
As day skips to night, I will breathe,
adoring the natural flows;
Trepidation catching ill; abhorred, arrested, aborted,
cold, gone.
Changing are the symptoms,
as waves lick and pull
the callous tips of beaches down,
deeper than any void known.
I sit on the docks of time,
my journey only but a grain
in this omnipotent cycle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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