Sometimes the horizon
Is chagrined whenever
I look at it.
Sometimes the surly
Sun loses its kingly
Youth.
The pelicans rummage
Athwart in their
Own soliloquized
Rendezvous,
They stop at ornate
Forests – a sad sojourn.
But still, when the sea
Sleeps and does not
Breathe,
The waves still
Reach for the shores.
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