conjure up the sea and sing songs
of gladness and of tears
whence the inspiration comes
a mighty shove disappears
twisted and fertile, the womb of many
brings forth rejuvenation,
a celebration among those; be merry
the last of which ends abruptly
the lonely neighbor of the world tonight,
catapults my mind into wanderlust
soul and strong its character awaits,
devours the heart of any doubts
wax and wane the body troubles,
as it lays itself to rest
the christened sun arises
as the troubles shooked its guests
invade the weakness and vacate the spot
come forth and be merry; be still and be nigh
- g.f.
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