The melody whirled into me,
As the cold breeze tickles my skin,
A soft smell of saltiness I breathed in,
And there in front, a blurred vision - I sea.
The weariness smashed the dark cloth,
It was Epic.
The two arms spun and crossed the countless sighs,
It was expected.
The lighted cage of shouts unheard,
and yells were drowned complete.
A crave for pause-
a longingness unreturned.
It was a story foretold,
a hole inescapable.
No way to rewind or unwind,
Just an attempt impossible.
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