My Enshrouded Archipelago
The sky is empty except for coloured skews
My destination reaches my longing view
Homes of comfort, a visage of forest
The stars encompass like a praying chorus
Tiny lights of hope and fervor
Shepard fear amongst the conductor
My feet upon the lonely shore
I embrace the radiance, an aromatic cure
Approaching now, upon my window
I meander pass my deprived and shallow
I knock upon my empty door
And greet myself with my new sanguine floor
From toe to head I feel it rise,
And at last my self has arrived.
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