Endless seas of sorrow, reflecting endless skies of souls,
Crashing waves of broken dreams, where shattered hope unfolds.
In this boundless night, the heart is lost, adrift in dark despair,
Each crest a bitter memory, each trough a vacant stare.
The horizon, just a mirage, shifts with the tide's cruel play,
A phantom shore, forever out of reach, where dreams have gone astray.
Silent whispers of the past drift on the cold, unfeeling sea,
Every wave a testament to what the heart was meant to be.
The ocean's depths, a somber sage, speak in shadows, stark and cold,
Revealing truths too harsh to face, in depths both dark and old.
Here, amidst the endless void, where light and hope are torn,
The soul must navigate alone, in sorrow's coldest storm.
The night is long and weary, with no promise of the dawn,
Each moment stretches endlessly, where all hope seems withdrawn.
In this vast, unyielding sea, where despair and dreams entwine,
The heart is left to ponder, in shadows' deep confine.
For in the endless, mournful depths, where every star is lost,
The voyage of the spirit tests the cost of dreams that crossed.
Endless seas of sorrow teach that even in the darkest plight,
The soul must forge its path alone, through the long and lonesome night.
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