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within my chase of drifting in the wind
have a good way to begin
through night skies drift in all directions
there must be time for confessing
shadows block the tortured sky
a smile from a lonesome child
drifting ever further to worlds unknown
these eyes can see the light of the sky
the ocean setting
seagulls flock overhead of a passerby
light is torn in its vested sphere
　
the sound of togetherness
I must clearly confess
out of adoration in exhaltation
solitude
alone again
feelings of love
illumination
barren sand doons
the pier is here
beauty in twilight
