Barrels of resignation float upon waves,
tranquil and precise, forming new outlets
for past memories.
Shaping eccentric sculptures with inner
artistic abilities, bringing them to life
within musical rhythms of candid sight.
Beginnings of natural formation twist,
turning into nights of imagined images.
Relating everything with candlelight auras
while remaining still in embraces of
tenderness.
Wandering alone into territories,
undiscovered and yet feel like being home,
dancing into spheres of pious contemplation.
Daring to notice the feelings, at last
showing themselves to a poet of natural
delight.
Forests building themselves, abounding,
teeming into twilight's last gleaming on
earth.
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