Morning. The sun spills green on the gentle hill.
Unstoppable light dances on diamond waves,
The seeping glow is the sun swelling in a trance.
Then the sea breeze sings itself to easy sleep.
But his soul inside is a chamber of loneliness.
Time whispers through withering vines of absence.
The bitter nettle of separation stings his heart.
His soul’s collapse goes down into meaninglessness.
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