Listening from right to left at rhythms combining themselves
in this mind, enlivening spirits whenever saddened by plights
in life.
Crying for so long, filing an ocean of my own doing, trying
to stay strong, but somehow always drowning beneath the waves
of turmoil.
Watching the horizon from the east, seeing the sun spread it's
rays on earth, then looking to the western horizon and watching
it set, taking away it's rays from us.
Leaving earth in darkness for the nighttime resting on the
other side of life.
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