Sun soaked flakes of glass
pristine emeralds receding away
frolick in the groves of nature
rummaging for that spec of gold
glee arrives with the helpless shoal
The light cries with fury
sinking in traps of beauty
washed away those who are bold
abhor the black waiting to arrive
Mindless games children crave
tripping on water and wine
aching deep inside
waiting for the rising tide
waiting for the rising tide
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