How often to choose, to travel inside,
When do the yearnings suggest we comply
There always awaits that worry to slide
Where in moment this world becomes why.
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Last night, the winds that toss us aside
So present whistled across the night sky,
A pause of freedom in season with pride
Created sweet reflection in sole eye
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Bursts of memory took a solemn ride
While clouds of despair presented the nigh
We cast our shadows without wishful tide
Might sweep love’s desire aside like a lie
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Please, provide an island’s quiet release
That hidden fear’s torment evolve my peace.
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