Flower by the seashore

Slowly and steadily I arise,

Beneath the moonlight,

Under the ebony sky,

Waving with youth joy winds,

Rising and falling with its pace,

The low tides turns into high,

My golden self can't hide,

The glittering water-

With a bliss of solitude,

Solitude for the dove hearts,

Solitude for the broken hearts,

The buds are closed,

Calm symphony insects play,

Slowly and steadily turns into harmony,

I stood there alone,

All covered in dew,

The fog slowly rise above

 the sky turns lusterless,

While I bloom with joy,

Expressing my short youth.

     

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