Hurried to the realm of the hollow shore
of burried bushes dried by the sunset.
Then, angry waves devour and fret
That shore, where I walked before
Drown with me, a lifeless soul.
Beligerent of the deep quest
I, a soul, sojourned abreast.
Near the open sea where life let
And swim across the China Sea
With urchins, with star fish
That lay at rest.
And the sunset is near
That burns the bushes of life.
This sojourn near its end.
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