The Golden Sea
You were not fallible, just full of fiction
You wished things that Heaven did not forget
Where the angels slept, you created a war
Still you laughed when the sky fell
When the girl embraced the lion, they both transformed into dust
This is true
It is true that the soul of the tribes were mysterious,
Sleeping in a world that screamed only at dusk
The wind was interrupted
The white smoke became weak
The waters sunk into the earth
The dove that awaited, called unto me
We drifted past the weak, the sorrow and the despair
The melodic sound of the trumpets cascaded my weary brain
Like a broken compass or a delayed recollection, it was no longer present
Every bone and every muscle became stronger than concrete
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