Sturdy fathom feelings felled the wind.
The sound of the wind resonate across
the harbor.
The plain of shadows rise from the west,
Ends in the east with the feelings
Of fade & hate.
Long the journey starts, endless in derange.
Fathom feelings glows like the peril
Of the sea.
Oh god, oh god
When will night fall
With a hole beside it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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