A salty ocean plays at my eye corner,
Surrounded by the mountain of gems;
The sun never reaches the dusk,
And waiting for the shower of the moon!
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An Obsession
A salty ocean plays at my eye corner,
Surrounded by the mountain of gems;
The sun never reaches the dusk,
And waiting for the shower of the moon!
Life goes like the forgotten waves,
But a spear-like hope I nourish.
The darkness engulfs me again,
And the gloomy night comes afterward.
The footprint gets faded finally,
And the far moon beacons me always!
Iron, the metal, gets burnt, hammered, sharped and tampered again and again. It is its silence that makes it ready to cut.